Nightmares
Nightmares run screaming
Behind the closed cupboards
Of your sleeping
They race beneath the floorboards
And hide in your mattress
Restless, your eyelids flicker
Fear becomes fright
And the terror wakes you
Your heart is beating fast
Your breath impossible
Wait, open your eyes
Drink the water by your bed.
Morning is on its way.
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