Eyes close but do not block out sight, <br />I cannot sleep but toss and turn. <br />Not knowing where or why <br />my insecurity will bite. <br /> <br />Tormented so by restless thought, <br />I walk the tunnels full of doors <br />heart pounding in my chest. <br />I am distraught. <br /> <br />I fear not demons of the night <br />tongue of fire, tail a spike. <br />But ropes of expectation <br />bind me tight. <br /> <br />Breath escapes but quickly caught, <br />smothered by a gentle kiss <br />Another nightmare ends <br />with comfort sought. <br /> <br />Roan Feb.2008<br /><br />Ann Beard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-nightmare-5/
