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written by: TM DiSarro



His nightmare replaces his dreams
As he wakes up in cold sweating fear
All alone in the darkness it seems
As if someone is watching him there
With the strike of a match he may see
To expose all his terrors of night
To make sense of the dread that he feels
As a draft tries to snuff out the light
Yet the light brings no truth to what’s seen
For the mystery torment remains
It’s a nightmare that always has been
Making ice water run through his veins
Like a bad movie that never ends
Or a scene that you always rewind
It’s the horror that always transcends
All the characters stuck in his mind
Like the spider that waits on the wall
Or the shadow that looks like a face
There’s a scratching outside in the hall
Then a sound like the vacuum of space
He gets up and he walks across the floor
To the window and looks at the sky
There’s a moon that he’s seen once before
Or is time playing tricks with his eyes
As he turns round the room starts to spin
Once again he confronts his own dread
There’s a person that looks just like him
Laying there on his white feathered bed
As he reaches to touch his own face
He is scared as his hand disappears
For his body has now been replaced
By the dream that becomes
His nightmare

TM DiSarro

TM DiSarro

I do not consider myself a writer but I love to write. Neither a poet but I love poetry. I steal bits and pieces of time to scratch out ideas on note books, laptops and cell phones. I live and work in Florida fabricating custom canvas and other fabric products and sometimes costumes.
TM DiSarro

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