A Nightmare. Poem by Ann Beard
A Nightmare.
Eyes close but do not block out sight,
I cannot sleep but toss and turn.
Not knowing where or why
my insecurity will bite.
Tormented so by restless thought,
I walk the tunnels full of doors
heart pounding in my chest.
I am distraught.
I fear not demons of the night
tongue of fire, tail a spike.
But ropes of expectation
bind me tight.
Breath escapes but quickly caught,
smothered by a gentle kiss
Another nightmare ends
with comfort sought.
Roan Feb.2008
once i have that too i sit by the corner and ponder blue didn't help so i took a sip one for nice two for sleep three for...i don't know i was put to rest thanks.md
very beautiful...its nice that you have someone to turn to and keep you from the worst part of the nightmare...i found this to be hopeful, not sad.
Why do these demons always come at night, just when you want to go off to sleep. They keep the brain working continuously, alert with no hope of rest. Lovely read and so true to life. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 12:31:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very intense glimpse of dark nights. Morning always comes, but the shadow of the night remains. Absolutely a 10.