A Real Nightmare

 

 

In the middle of the night

He woke with a fright,

A horrible nightmare

The reason for his fear.

 

At the time it felt so real

His complexion paled

And all he could do

Was sit up in bed, won’t you?

 

Afraid to go back to sleep

Since he wanted no repeat

He sat right there

Wishing morning to appear.

 

It was a funny thing though

If I may say so

In the middle of the night

That was a terrible plight.

That is a rather long wait

So, imagine his state

As he sat there on the bed

Just holding his head.

 

But nothing is mysterious

Even though serious,

Regarding one’s fear

After a horrible nightmare.

 

It is a natural fear

After having a nightmare

And I would even bet

There might be some cold sweat.

 

However, grab a hold of this

And don’t you dare miss

For if it were you I wonder,

What would you do?

When a nightmare is true

There is nothing one can do

And awaking from one’s sleep

Is a more dreaded repeat.

 

Whether asleep or awake

This nightmare was his fate,

It was on his mind all day

And asleep it won’t go away.

 

Thus, he awoke with fright

In the middle of the night

For the nightmare he had had

In reality was just as bad.

It is like a COVID dream

About this real COVID scene

Whether the real or the nightmare

One would be scared.

 

Stewart Russell © February 8, 2021

 

Not Sure Any More

I decided on the short cut

Since the alternate way was long,

I may look small

But believe you me I am strong.

I fear not a living soul

I can take care of myself

I may be on the other side of fifty

But I am still in good health.

You may wonder

Why I am telling you all this

But keep apace with me

And not a detail you will miss.

It was late going on to midnight

And I was on my way home,

My short cut was through the cemetery

I had never done this alone.

My friends and I had done it before

But we did it mainly for kicks

And they expected at these times

That I would be up to tricks.

But we would do that for fun

I wasn’t sacred of the dead,

I had always said to them

If I had to, I’d fear the living instead.

However the truth be told

I neither feared the living nor the dead

And that night in question

I knew only the dead lay up ahead.

I began to whistle a tune

As I unhurriedly walked along,

Right then a strange thing happened

Somebody was whistling the song.

At first I thought it was an echo

But that was not possible,

I decided it must be someone living

Since dead people can’t whistle.

  

Suddenly I picked up a scent

It was the scent of cigarette smoke,

Looking around I saw no one

And I decided this must be a joke.

I stopped whistling

And whoever it was stopped too,

Then someone chuckled and said,

“You really must like the view.”

Fear began to rise up in me

“Like the view?  What does he mean?”

His chuckle broke into great laughter

And then he screamed.

“Can’t you see the fire?

Can you not feel the flame?

How can you stand there gawking?

How can you do nothing about our pain?”

“Our pain?  What could he mean?

I couldn’t feel a thing”.

Suddenly there was that scream again

And then he began to sing.

He sang in plaintive tones

The same tune that I was whistling

But the words were different

From the words I use to sing.

In my ears they still ring,

“Do you remember me now I am dead?

If so sing along with me, please sing

Let me feel your love instead.

You’ll soon be joined with me

That’s the reason you are here,

Your trek through this cemetery

Is to help you for death prepare.

By then I had had enough

In a flash I shot out of there,

I don’t know if it was the living or the dead

But this I can tell you both now I fear.

Don’t ask me to explain

For your guess is as good as mine

But I know any other night in a cemetery

I would have to be dead at that time.

Not even in a group as I did before

Not if the group is big or small,

Not for a funeral that’s running late

Not another night for any reason at all.

Stewart Russell © May 2018