Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Fear Holds Me In Her Grips

Afraid of what I might see next
I attempt to keep my eyes solidly closed
Until I hear them breathing down my neck.
Imagining the most horrible death scene for myself.

Until the most horrifying music comes into my soul ranks,
Shaking me and waking me, to temporarily gloat in my terror
My heart is pumping wildly, trying to waken the blood
But the blood sleeps on, insisting on retaining the nightmare.

The heart loves being scared to death.
It is one of her most pleasant activities, to prove she is alive.
She holds me hostage to the bed, 
Reluctantly, I close my eyes.

I am prone, and cannot move anyway.
I wait for them to creep upon the bed.
I can hear them breathing. They will be harsh and horrible.
I am so angry at my traitorous heart, I try to scream.

Maybe the man in the next apartment will hear me.
Maybe he will send someone, before it is too late.
Something takes a huge bite out of my neck.
Dhrammn!  It is too late already.

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Andrew Fairchild February 12, 2019 at 10:35 PM There is a form of sleep 'disorder' called, Night Terrors, in which the dreamer tries to wake from a nightmare, but is physically unable to move, or to wake up. I had it, years ago. My wife would touch my arm, and I would wake, and be able to move and breathe again. Boy did you capture the experience accurately! Caren Krutsinger February 13, 2019 at 4:46 AM I have had them, but I have always called them nightmares. I have been immobilized,unable to move even a leg, trying to yell, and no sound will come out no matter how hard I try. It is simply unbelievable in the light of day after it dissipates.

M. L. Kiser February 9, 2019 at 1:08 AM I've had nightmares to the point that I would awake with my heart pounding so hard and fast that it was vibrating the bed. This poem really depicts what one goes through. Caren Krutsinger February 9, 2019 at 1:26 AM I am so glad you understood without me having to throw the word "nightmare" in the title.

Sand Blown February 8, 2019 at 2:02 PM wowa...creatures from the id Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2019 at 3:43 PM Yes, and you had better be careful for he is coming toward you next....

Nette Onclaud February 8, 2019 at 11:29 AM caren, the terrible inner work of the mind ...a nightmare, grating thoughts perhaps? your images arrest me; wow... huggs Caren Krutsinger February 8, 2019 at 3:42 PM I truly wanted to write something nightmarish; hope I succeeded.