Nightmare Poem by C. Albert Andrews

I felt a ghost sitting on my chest
Just before dawn, as I tried to rest.
A battle started between my sheets
It squeezed my neck as I tried to sleep
So I struggle hard, to avoid defeat.

I was between sleep and wake
A choice you know I did not make.
I tried so hard to scream or shout
But no real sound came out my mouth.

In my own subconscious mind
Both my hands were tied behind.
Scared of what she will do next
I had to use my best reflex
So, I kicked her where she didn’t expect

To my surprise, she didn’t flinch
She didn’t even made a wink.
That in itself made me think.
As in my flesh her fingers sink.

How more cruel could she be
As she maintain that grip on me.
In her right hand she had a knife
I just hope she wouldn’t slice,
My throat nor where she had her eyes.



If by chance I had to loose
Neither one would I have choose.
So to distract her, from her train of thought
I had to protect, my real life’s worth.

I raised my feet then bent my knees
Twiddled my toes then twitched my nose.
I did succeed to make her freeze.
Then it was time for her to leave

I woke up all soaking wet
With phantom pain and so upset.
But wait, did I say she was undressed!