Gerind Wurslin


The Nightmare - Poem by Gerind Wurslin

The worst night of all nights
Friday night, so dark and glooming
Too scared to roam, I’m about to cry
I take a deep breathe, very soothing

Relax

Rest my head down, calm thy nerves
Close my eyes, forget the stress
In bed, cannot control my swerves
Too nervous, hands compress

Relax

Relax

“It’ll only take a minute, no pain.”

Raised up, looked to my right
Could not believe it, there was no way
In front of me, I saw the light
I made it through the day

Topic(s) of this poem: dark, darkness, horror, nightmares, suspense


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 12, 2015



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