The Dream by Tatiana Pahlen

The Dream
By Tatiana Pahlen

The dream was torturous,
I battled to break away from the choking fist
It gripped my throat, and losing balance,
I tumbled into a fleecy beast.
His loathsome corpse pressed me against him
I felt like an iron bulldozing my lungs;
my tongue, numb, glued to the palate
I couldn't lift my voice or limbs.
Briefly awakened, my eyes seized the ceiling,
a gruesome shadow glared at me
In the blink of an eye it morphed into a woman,
I combed my brain, who could it be?
With awe I watched as her sorrowful eyes
were spreading rays across my place;
I sank in the bed, brimmed with horror,
Scratching my head, do I know that face?
I turned on the lamp, clasping a pillow,
my room lit with the burning light;
The shadow slithered inside the mirror,
Leaving me baffled, would I sleep tonight?