Nightmare

Eyes open, fear.
The fear is here.
Awake in bed, in dread,
instead of sleeping soft and clear.

The curtains looking at me,
with monsters in the dark,
and whispered voices speak my name.
My warm room feels bleak, and stark.

Afraid.
I need a light;
a friendly voice to soothe this night.
This time when we are children,
without a mother to tell us that everything will be alright.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.