Nightmare

By Daniel John Simmons

I wake up to a sound,

Something indescribable.

A shadow movies past my right vision,

My existence I start to question.

My heart starts racing,

My feet cold.

A chill down my spine,

I'm too scared to look.

I aquire the courage to peek,

A familiar face I see.

A friend or a foe maybe mixed?

The aura it brings is remorse.

A presence I feel on my neck,

Swallowing becomes a task.

A hand maybe or something worse,

It continues to tighten its grip.

The stronger the grip,

The more in peace I feel.

My guilt seems to vanish,

As I breathe my last.

I wake up and wonder where I am?

A sudden fear jolts my body.

As I look down slowly, I begin to question,

What my hand doing on my neck?

By Daniel John Simmons