Nightmare Poem by dave harry

I just woke…I just had a dream of my father

Powerful bearing self back from the other

Funny, he wanted me; it seemed, from his outstretched hand

To fly with him from this troubled land?

Draped in purple and gold he did look grand

Cowering, in my grey, I could not make a stand

Smiling bright; at me, like he was my best of friend



Naïve and trusting aged six again his hand I took

I got caged in thorns; he grew horns, the devils crook

Then I saw mother with a searching look

Ashamed I tried to break free but was the fish on a hook

In the dark with the stars, got tossed in meadow brooke

Gasping for air tried to scream all I did was choke

Then I woke lucky as beads of sweat were all I broke

I just grabbed my pad and this I wrote.