Nightmare
Nightmare rides the wild stallion
and treads over my soul like
a wheat field in summer.
Nightmare wings over trees and
hides under bushes remaining
unseen until darkness.
Nightmare reaches out from under
the bed, pulling the covers and
sending a chill up my spine.
Nightmare appears all too often
on lonely days and sleepless,
starless nights.
Dream flows into the room, her
dress following, leaving a trail
of glitter and pushes nightmare
aside so I can sleep.
Copyright © Juli Freda | Year Posted 2021
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