| The Thing I wake up violently from my fear that haunts me in my dreams, only in my dreams. I wipe the sweat off my brow, I wonder if anyone knows about this fear I have. This time it is somehow different; I get out of bed and walk nervously to the bathroom to wash my face. As I finish, it's there, the one thing I fear the most is looking at me, staring at me with a grin. Then, its arms come out of the mirror and starts choking me, I start to scream and it starts to get dark; as I open my eyes, I find myself in a cold sweat, on the floor, holding my throat, and screaming. Am I still dreaming, or is this reality? I pinch myself to make sure this is reality, yes I am awake. It's four hours till my alarm clock goes off. I can't go back to sleep, it's there waiting for me to dream. It's been like this for some time now, I don't know for how long; I can't even remember how this got started, and I dont' know how this is going to end. By: Edykins Cooloff Return to Submitted Poetry |