Nightmares Poem by Lisa Webster

tops of trees ablaze with sunset
storm clouds glowing in discontent
reddish tint, the sky contracts
to swallow life within the clouds
beaten by the rain and wind
the highest branches hold the weight
and so the storm begins to rage
lightening strikes between the stars
electrified and growing strong
eroding the core and taking score
you’d scream if you thought it’d make it stop
yet even the night sky refuses to dim
or weaken from such a grave onslaught
so how can you close your eyes and succumb
nightmares have no place under the sun