Nightmares

Nightmares come
In the middle of
Your sweetest dream

They come from
The pits of your thoughts
And daytime schemes

They strike
You in your
Weakest hour

Like the bloom
Of a deadly
And poisonous flower

It attacks
Like a serpent
On its helpless prey

Nightmares haunt you
Through the night
And even the next day

You wake up
Hot, sweaty and wondering
If the nightmare was real

Your hands shake
Yor bones ache
And pain is all you feel