The Dreams Poem by Emma Haze

The dreams are worse then before,
I think somethings wrong at my core,
For in the dreams, I'm nailed to the floor,
and this time, I don't think I'll recover,
from the horror.


The dreams are worse,
And when I awake,
I'm always crying, sweating,
shaking, so scared.

People are screaming, calling for help,
I try to run, but to the floor I'm nailed,
I see them try to run, screaming, bleeding,
yet I cannot help.

'Help me! Help me! Please, somebody, help! '
I try to run, but my limbs are like stone,
My body, each limb, is stuck, nailed, to the floor,
I can't call for help, my mouths sewn shut.

The dreams are worse then before,
I think somethings wrong at my core,
For in the dreams, I'm nailed to the floor,
and this time, I don't think I'll recover,
from the horror.