I've been having the nightmares for a while now each night,
Although I know in my heart there is no chance of escape;
I really pray that this night will be different and that he won't come,
But let me start from the beginning of this story.
A while back, my friends were bugging me to start dating again,
They said it was unnatural for a pretty girl to be without a man;
But I had buried my one true love and was quite happy with my life,
But they nattered on and on about dating sites and love.
So one day I decided to give it a whirl, why not at least try,
I went to a site on line that had been suggested by many;
And I entered a lovely profile of my likes and a sweet picture of me,
Within minutes I was receiving comments and emails.
But in reading the profiles, I felt that they were not for me,
This went on for weeks and I was rejecting every single one;
My friends said, you have to meet them before making a judgement,
Well I supposed they were right so I decided to go for it.
The next man who contacted me seemed to be perfect,
He wrote that he came from London, loved everything Victorian;
Well I love everything Victorian too, he said he worked in medicine,
Well I am a nurse, he said he liked tea, well me too.
So I made a date with him to meet at a tea shop not far,
I took a lot of time to look pretty, washing my hair, makeup;
I saw a man enter and a horrible feeling came over me, oh no,
And yes, he was walking towards my table, smiling.
I wanted to run but he was blocking my way, I was trapped,
He said hello, he had a pleasant voice all right, and was polite;
But the problem was he had no neck and his skin was horrible,
His body looked distorted, like a big bloated potato.
Somehow, I made it through the tea and strained conversation,
He said, he travelled a lot and was looking for a companion:
Did I have a passport, I lied no, I said, your picture is different,
The more I had to look at him the more awful he became.
I was screaming inside of me, oh why, did I listen to people,
This was a living nightmare and I had to get away from him;
I excused myself for a moment and I just headed for the door,
And I literally ran home, I was weeping while I ran.
Oh my, what had I got myself into, why had I listened to others,
I went to my computer and deleted that stupid profile;
I even took a shower to wash off the scent of him in my mind,
That night was the first of the nightmares I was to have.
I would be sleeping like an angel and then wake to that face,
The face with no neck and a bloated body naked in my bed,
There seemed to be a slime coming off him and a nasty stench,
And I would wake up screaming and screaming.
Those dreams have haunted my nights for quite a long time,
They frighten me so much that I try to not close my eyes anymore;
I lay there in my bed waiting for this real-life monster to arrive,
But he is waiting too, waiting for me to close my tired eyes.
Because, he really was a monster searching.
September 21, 2015
Poetry/Narrative/Dark Twisted Dreams
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