Nightmares

(c) Mark D. Holt
 
 

Your head's on the pillow
eyes almost closed,
as welcome sleep beckons
your mind's left exposed.
 

But nothing's what it seems
it's all an illusion,
as paradise explodes
in a hail of confusion.
 

As your world starts to spin
and you begin falling,
your nightmares await you
the demons are calling.
 

As the storm clouds gather
and the stars are blotted out,
a suffocating mist
stifles your fearful shout.
 

There's nothing to fear
if you just remain calm,
the fiends are not real
you'll come to no harm.
 

When the sun begins to rise
you'll soon be awake,
the terror forgotten
with a new daybreak.