Dreams Poem by Elizabeth Darkeagle

As night falls on my weary form,
I wish that tomorrow would never come,
As I watch the moon rise I see him,
He stands before me,
Covered in blood,
I ask him to take my life,
He throws down a knife,
Do it yourself he says,
And as the knife I hold plunges threw my fragile skin,
I hear him laugh,
No one gets off that easily,
He says as I lay there wishing he would go away,
And,
As I watch the moon fall away,
He disappears from my dreams,
As I realize that life is never a dream,
But a nightmare in disguise.