Ruth warren

Rookie (5/4/1973 / LONDON)

Nightmare - Poem by Ruth warren

Into the dark of the night,
I run as fast as a deer;
They're drawing closer by the minute,
my eyes are filled with tears.

I dodge the trees and bushes,
as through the forest I run;
for once they lay their hands on me,
at their will I must freely succumb.

Knowing what will happen to me,
if they catch me in the night;
only strengthens my will to run faster,
until they are out of my sight.

I stop for only a moment,
to rest upon a log;
I sense their presence drawing nearer,
through the thick, surrounding fog.

And just as I am ready,
to start running from them again;
I can feel their hands upon me,
hence the torture will now begin.

They drag me through the Forest,
to the place that I call home;
in a room where secrets are hidden,
and the memories are all of my own.

This nightmare is the same each night,
the details are vivid and true;
I can never seem to out run them,
or hault the things that they do.

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  • (3/25/2006 2:26:00 PM)

    Woah... Thats crazy. Maybe since you're getting this same dream everynight it might mean something, maybe its a sign (you never know) So yea, keep this one on mind at all times, and you might just find out what it means, or atleast why you dreamed it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2006

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