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A poem about bad dreams
At the end of the month when the moon is full
Your dreams turn to nightmares filled with monsters
Rolling clouds conceal the moon’s glow for just a moment
In seconds it reappears as a searchlight in the sky
You fight to stay awake
No matter how hard you try you fall asleep
And then they come
To haunt and prey
This is your worst nightmare
Scenes portrayed over and over
Until you believe them true
You are not who you once were
Terrified you run
Frantic you try to hide
To crawl behind any rock you can find
Still they are waiting there
Fear cripples you
Is there no one who will save you
As the light of the blazing sun breaks the horizon
The glare burns your red-glazed eyes to tears
You are saved until the next full moon appears.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #249)
