N I G H T M A R E S
Sitting here.
Feeling nothing but fear.
My pulse pounding like a drum.
I said I wasn't scared,
but I guess I was wrong.
When I started I hadn't cared.
But now I am scared.
Yes I am scared.
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder,
I whip around in a flash.
Did I catch a bit of cold air?
There are rips in the window sash.
I feel a hot breath on my neck,
I scream, my pulse is thudding.
But there's nothing there,
Then I hear the sound of ripping.
My hearts a fire of fear.
When I started I hadn't cared,
But now I am scared,
Yes I am scared.
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
