Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Fiendish

I crawled beneath the covers to retire
without a clue about the dream to come
a struggle to escape from something dire
my heartbeat pounding like a martial drum
as copious amounts of sweat began
to drench the cotton fabric of my sheet
I ran and ran and ran and ran and ran
until I wore the flesh right off my feet
then suddenly I spun to face my foe
the fear of someone sinister so strong
that I could barely keep from giving in
but nothing scary ever seemed to show
and once I woke it didn't take me long
to realize my nemesis was sin.

3 comments:

Donna Smith said...

Rough night! It sounds like you'll want to get those sins forgiven before you close your eyes tonight, so you can have a better night's sleep!

Erica Maples said...

i love this poem I enjoyed reading it thanx for posting it

rch said...

A spur of the moment sonnet, I haven't had this type of dream in a long time. :-)