You bolt awake but you’re not immediately sure what awakened you. You
fumble for your cell phone to check the time, but as you reach for the bedside
table, your hand passes through it as if it were mist. After a moment…

Albert F. Escultina

“Nightmare”

 

The air is whispering in my ear

that aroused and revealed my fear

Imagining the bloody fangs

that penetrate into my neck goes into my lungs

 

Gently the time is running

And my feet still moving

I run, jump and hop

To get pass the muddy hot

 

But still the monster

Moving faster and better

To catch me and eat for his dinner

And reserve my haft to the freezer

 

I shout and shout

for someone to hear me out

And save me from the dark

of the monster midnight snack

 

I run, and run and run

but my feets is going down

I cannot move it from the down

of nightmare in my own

 

Until I saw a circle of light

That covers the path

I run, jump and hop so fast

To get pass from the monster’s breakfast

 

I rise and move my body

out of the bed of fear, hopeless and lonely

And wake up from the mouth of the monster

thats like a bloody river

 

I am shock

that makes me shout

When I saw my mother cries

The fears that runs out in her eyes

 

I fumble my cellphone to check the time

And assuming that all is fine

But when I reach for the bedside table

My hand passes through it

Like a ring in the basketball

 

I think and think

Why my mother cries and why I’m easily sink

No reasons

And no explanations

 

I’ll go out in my room

And saw my mother crying in the mirror

Of the door of death

 

I am wondering what is happening

Until I saw myself in the mirror that I am

Sleeping so handsome

 

No, No I shout and cry

But no one can hear my by

And still my mother never stops crying

And I never stop crying and shouting

 

Why? Why? Why?

 

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