Nightmare Poem by David Harris

The floor has slipped beneath you
and you tumble into that dark abyss.
You look back at what you’ve achieved.
Asking yourself could I have done
that little bit more
and if I ever get out of here,
I am going to do just that.

Down and down you tumble
into your conscience hell
where the mistakes you made
haunt your every moment wake
and you begin to ask yourself
within a screaming yell
help me to make amends.

Finally, you awake from the nightmare
and lay there shivering and sweating.
Eventually you get up
to start your new day,
but does the nightmare get forgotten
or will you do what you said.
That future is up to you.