The darkness falls and lets the night begin
I know that he will be here and visit again
I hear the gasping and go to open the door
I see him again on the veranda floor
Half his head is gone and with the one accusing eye
He stares at me and won’t let me by
A quivering mouth in a ruined face says the word
You let me die in speech that’s slurred
I turn around and try to run away
I feel his hand on my shoulder to stay
At that time I wake up in a pool of sweat
Feeling fragile and filled with regret.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem it’s the best poem ever because I like nightmares and I like this because it’s getting straight to the point!