HORROR Poem: Sandman, Help Me, by Tabitha Maddox

My today is haunted by the thought of tomorrow.
Sleepless nights keep me awake
It is only out of exhaustion that my eyes become week.
Head slipping into eternal darkness.
Breathing becomes slowed, relaxed.
This body is finally free as my mind takes over.
My dreams are haunted, they never let me rest.
I wake feeling even more exhausted.
Tied, chained, hurt.
There is no escape from the torture that is my nightmares.
Now haunted by my memories.
I wake up, free from my dreams.
I have started to pray to Sandman.
Praying to rescue me.
to help me get some rest.
I can’t help but feel like my prayers have been ignored.
All things that happen to me.
All in my dreams.
Am I being punished?
Have I been wronged?
I would like to rest.
Without the use of medicine.
No matter how hard I try I can’t escape.
This nightmare is real.
Please, let me sleep

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