The Nightmare

POETRY| The Nightmare Startled winds blow up, As I ascend the staircase, The chilling sensation that tightens my legs Makes it hard to breathe. Different rooms I’ve been through, But there is only one room That scares me the most. It's unsettling, the way it smells. I hide my fears as I stop in front of that room, And tried to open the locked door. But a wind from inside the room blew And threw the door wide open. Startled, I tried to stay brave. I heard crying, shouting, murmuring. In the dark corner stood a lady with long locks. I try to talk to her. 'Why are you here?’ She gave no response, And slowly turned to me. I am speechless, Witnessing something I never have before. The innocent, angelic face Turns into a macabre thing. I ran as fast as my legs would allow, But they wouldn't let me step down the stairs. She drew closer. I cried as she pulled her bolo to strike me. I let out the loudest shriek Until my mama shakes me awake. Oh! It was only a dream!

Thank God. Last night's nightmare Was maybe a sign for me to pray to Him, For a prayer is stronger than any weapon in times of danger. Words By: Mary Therese Eleseo ✒️ Photo credits to the owner