My nightmares. (Warning: A horror poem.)

Hiding in the darkness are the shadows.

Waiting for the right moment to make you feel woe.

When all is silent, silent as death.

Stillness so unreal, like everyone is dead.

They will pounce at you, when you least expect it.

Devour you in a minute.

Terrible thoughts

Shouts and screams

In your head, so overwhelming.

Surrounding you was the darkness.

You scream begging for help.

No one hears you except yourself.

HELP! HELP! HELP!

The darkness was closing in.

The air was getting thin.

Shadows were whispering like the wind.

“HELP! HELP! HELP!”, you screamed again.

The whispering grew louder.

The world was closing in.

You fell through the void and found yourself waking up again.