More poems. So, we have had a poem about the surreal dreams and the nightmares of my childhood. This one stays around that theme, but we move to the aftermath, and we see the fallout of leaving REM and reentering the real world…
A state of shock!
I gasp.
I desperately try to swallow the air in my room
Too little.
I have awoken from a vision so disturbing
I cry
though I am not upset?
Am I here?
Am I there?
Was I dreaming yet again?
Beads of sweat
Trickle down my head
Cold. Too cold.
I turn my light on, collecting my thoughts.
What have I just seen?
Surreal Images, Bizarre creatures, Horrible tortures constructed by my mind
I exit my bed. The time, 3:37am
I go to the bathroom to pee
And then I have the glass, and pour the water
Now I return.
I tuck myself in
Much sleep to catch up on
Will I dream again?
I’m unsure.
Will I get to sleep again
Don’t know.
Is the nightmare finally over?
It is.