R.E.M.Terrors
(and awake ones)

I’m not just talking of
Dreams and nocturnal
Equines, but why I ask
Are night mares never
Rare up dark stallions?

Mine are, pitch as black,
With fiery eyes of a coal
Glazed un-blinkered stare,
Certainly not, teeth of a gift
Horse. Foaming at the mouth.

It is I am hostage of the corral,
Unable to flee these repetitious
Hauntings, I am wrap trapped,
Bandaged in blankets, mummified,
Rigor mortisly stiffened, with fear.



Ps

If any reader suffers this, I composed
It for you just so you are aware that
I experience it nightly, have done for
Three years, brought on initially by
Grief. It goes in the morning but a
Residue remains throughout the day.

capfiny@gmail.com

If you have any suggestions or if
You need to talk re your own pain.