THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

THE FINAL NIGHTMARE

My fears, eluded
by daylight,
bring tears and screams
in dead of night.

The phobias
of years gone by
form in my dreams now
as I lie.

I know not why,
nor know from where,
they come to be
in my nightmare.

But come they do
as large as life;
With dripping axe
and blood soaked knife...

...or in the shape
of fiendish things;
Fierce wasps and bees,
red poison stings.

Which, in my haste
to outrun all;
I become conscious
as I fall...

...but...

...This night I dreamed
a forlorn ghost;
A dream I dread
much more than most.

For in this dream
I do not wake;
No matter how
I scream and shake.

Great beads of sweat
drip from my head;
Soaking the pillow
on my bed.

Then, as my senses
start to reel;
A calmness settles
head to heel.

I know then as
from Earth I soar;
The ghost is me
I am no more!!