Poetry: Nightmare

Nightmare

by: Dara Velasco 

Photo from: http://kalessaradan.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-20238632

Drenched in my own sweat

It is still dawn and I am already on my feet

I just had that horrible nightmare once again

To my disdain

It has been torturing me like the black plague

Though somehow, as time pass by it becomes more and more vague

I could not remember the exact details of such horrid experience

And yet seconds ago the atmosphere was more intense

I could still feel my heart pounding

My cries resounding

The hair in every corner of my skin standing

Terrified of that dark being

He, she, or it towered above me

Claimed my soul and my reality

I wanted to run away

It grabbed me before I could take a single step, to my dismay

It did not say a single word

That made me more afraid of what is yet to unfold

It dragged me to this grimy pool of water

The creature touched it, and it turned crystal clear

There I see a very solemn ceremony

People’s eyes directed to one thing at center, expressing such agony

I came closer

As I did, I felt the air grew colder

The gaze of people settled on that coffin at the center of the hall

One by one people had time to speak at the pedestal

At first I could not figure what is happening

Then, when I started listening

I heard them say my name and when they do, they stutter

And there eyes start to drop some tear

As they continue their voice would crack

I was taken aback

Because when I sneaked to see what is inside the casket

I could see my lifeless self inside it

It was then that I realized the creature made me look at my own interment

It was a sad yet somehow liberating event

Alas I said, “My soul is going to be liberated from the shackles of my reality”

Free from the prying eyes of society

Then I look around and see how people mourn for my young soul

Slowly I felt I was falling inside a hole

I hit the bottom and I opened my eyes

Then I realized, it was just that nightmare again

Trying to make me realize something beyond this earthly plain

I wake to live another day

To correct my wrongs and say what I have and need to say

Nightmares are terrible but if you would really look pass the fear you'd be able to learn a very valuable lesson. As mortified as I am of this dream, I just have to accept that I am mortal and this life is borrowed. I am so happy of what that nightmare thought me about death. It is scary but I know it is inevitable. I thank God for the time He gave to roam this earth. I hope that as I walk around this earthly plain I will be able to correct my wrongs and tell the people I love how I feel. 

P.S I got teary-eyed as I type the last sections of this blog.

If you want to how nightmares or dreams in general are generated you can read my blog entry Bad Dreams