Nightmare Poem by Mal Sharp
Nightmare
There was a time when I could sleep,
An undisturbed tranquil repose.
Now when I close my eyes I keep,
Revisiting previous woes.
Broken segments of dreams haunt me,
Until the first rays of light hit.
The featureless faces taunt me,
Impatient for me to submit.
Startled I wake, covered in sweat,
For me, serene filled nights now rare.
In seconds I start to forget,
Yet I'll again have this nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/19/2024 2:56:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
