Dream

It was midnight and I screamed my throat out,

Mother rushed in, “honey, why do you shout?”

I felt numb to my stench and scared to my bones,

Was it the monster under my bed or clanking of stones?

I looked at her face, face so distressed,

She might wonder her child is a mess.

“What happened dear? You look terrified.”

“I had a bad dream Ma, I almost died.

In my dream, I was walking home alone,

Somebody grabbed my hand & wouldn’t let me go.

To my consternation, I couldn’t see his face,

I retaliated but miserably failed.

He pushed me to the ground & pulled my hair,

Wanted to scream but I couldn’t dare.

I tried to run but I lost my speed,

The only option left was to plead.

He came closer and took out his blade,

I felt helpless at the same time, afraid.

He wanted to kill me, he might come again,

It was just a dream causing me a lot of pain.

Mom hugged me tight and I did feel safe,

But I knew I couldn’t be any brave.

I might be over this horrible dream,

But it haunts me even today,

Still can’t remember his face, to my dismay!

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Originally published at https://www.harshitasolanki.com on July 27, 2020.