Nightmares - The Nightmare Poem by Paul Warren

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