Nightmare
Nightmare
That stormy night
a horrible nightmare
My subconscious emerged
everything seemed to come alive.
I was locked, naked
in an immense crystal ball
which kept rolling
across a desert of red sand
dried blood and dust
forming dunes, trails and hollows.
I woke up horrified
try to scream and could not
a lump in my throat
my saliva was dry
in a waterless desert
lifeless, with nothing.
I turned to fall asleep
but i was afraid and thought
I will dream about the same.
keith jeffries
Wed 10th Feb 2021 12:19
Well described with the final stanza being a thought which most people dread. Good poem
Thanks
Keith