The Nightmare

The Nightmare

A Poem by Cheri Roberts

Morning comes peeking beneath my eyes with bitterness,
sharp and cold.
Tight chested reminders echo,
“Beware, the night is never gone.”
A sadness hangover of puffy eyes
deflated dreams
unheard screams
muffled by the dawning of light.
I awaken choking, gagging
spitting on this new day.
The hand of the Sandman, my captor, will drag me unwilling,
humbled, through the tick-tock of time
’til once again I am in darkness
where nightmares come on tippy toes
to sneak and creak into my mind.

© 2013 Cheri Roberts

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It is funny that I read this poem this morning as last night I did have a nightmare that was very vivid. I like how you think and see things. Great piece.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Cheri Roberts

8 Years Ago

Thanks. I suffer from nightmares and was once asked to explain how I felt about that and this was th.. read more

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Added on February 12, 2013
Last Updated on February 12, 2013
Tags: nightmares, night terror, poetry, fear, angst, dreams


Cheri Roberts
Cheri Roberts

Tigard, OR

Cheri has worked in media for more than 20 years in one capacity or another. Her media years were spent mostly in broadcast radio; from being a live on-air radio host to creating and implementing en.. more..