Written for d'Verse Poetics: Nightmare Verse hosted by Stu McPherson
Night falls, and Morpheus calls my name;
I start to dream, nothing seems the same.
Ghoulish creatures without features have appeared--
hellish sounds now surround me, feeding fear.
Toss and turn, their voices churning in my head;
muscles tighten from the sight of living dead.
As dawn arrives, learn I’ve survived the night,
released and freed, the evil seed fades from my sight.
Each waking hour, still I scour each darkened shape
search out the doors on every floor for my escape.
© Ginny Brannan April 1, 2011