Nightmare

This poem is describing a dream I had about my Father's death

She woke up with sweat rolling down her face.
Pillow dreanched with tears
Her heart was going at an incrediable pace
Then it became her fear

The room was dark and silent
The image remained in her head
As they fought so violent
He lied there dead.

No one seemed to care
When she was crying
Because they didnt fight fair
Everything in her head was flying

No one seemed aware
That when she seen him die
The family would rip and tear
No matter how much she would try

It wasn't just a dream
It was reality
It would seem
It was brutality

Her dad is dead
Beat by 5 different people
Bat to the head
There he lies in the Steeple