Nightmare.

A nightmare a nightmare!

In my room, dark
I thought
windows were open,
the door was unlocked.
Someone was there.

Just a white shadow,
a transparent ghost,
a woman in white floated across
I
screamed
but I suffocated, I stood up
but I fell.

Then she was gone.

I ran
towards the door to another room.
old couples their wrinkled eyes didn't look at me,
a young boy his aged face begged for my -
something!
I couldn’t figure out
what!
I screamed this is a dream!

Then I woke up.
My stuff animals danced
in circles, the chipmunk fell
onto a curtain wrapping the floor, stuck.
Ghosts were playing me.
I screamed this is a dream!

Then I woke up.
On a bed so familiar,
next to what i don't know how
a hand grabbed me and I said no,
To the stairs I ran up
I locked myself in my room.

Then music started playing,
a yellow CD of Vivaldi's winter,
two movements only.
I couldn’t hide
then windows were open,
the door was unlocked.
I screamed this is a dream!

Then I woke up.
In my bed the same place
I fell asleep.
I reached for my phone wanting to call,
but no one picked up.
I screamed this is a dream!

I heard myself scream,
I felt my lips moving my vocal cords vibrating.
In a not-so-crazy voice I said to myself,
this is a dream.
I had to wake myself up
but my eyelids were so heavy.
I succeeded once, and I said to myself,
everything was all good.
go sleep again. The nightmare returned.
When will this end when will this end!

Then I woke up.
My tears fell onto the pillow,
my tears
fell.
A nightmare! A nightmare!
Like nothing before.
I woke up to one and another nightmare,
I got out but got into the same room,
I escaped and returned to the same people.
I screamed this is a dream!

As I wrote it down the images have faded
only fragments remained.
Yet the feeling
so intense so real
the unescapable despair
screams this is a dream!