Eyes close but do not block out sight,
I cannot sleep but toss and turn.
Not knowing where or why
my insecurity will bite.
Tormented so by restless thought,
I walk the tunnels full of doors
heart pounding in my chest.
I am distraught.
I fear not demons of the night
tongue of fire, tail a spike.
But ropes of expectation
bind me tight.
Breath escapes but quickly caught,
smothered by a gentle kiss
Another nightmare ends
with comfort sought.
Roan Feb.2008
Ann Beard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nightmare-5/
