Nightmare

There is still time left
Before you wake up covered in sweat
Grab a glass of cold water
And sit down on the bed

Till then,
I will invade your sleep
Travel in the deep marshes
Of your subconsciousness

Faces all around,
Leering with contempt
Inching closer,
Souvenirs of your disappointment

Mementos of your broken dreams
Reminding you of your recklessness
Faces, etched deep in your mind
Shaking their heads in distress

Still time left,
Before you scream and shout
Clutch your blanket
And tell yourself there’s nothing to worry about

Till then
I am your reality.