Of Dreams and Nightmares

They are looking at me.

Oh no! What should I do?

The whispers, the wicked grin on their faces

Are scaring me out of my wits.

I can hear the scores of laughter meant for me.

Now, they are not to be seen,

But the guffaws are ringing in my ears,

Their words still reeling in my mind.

The dreams are no longer pleasant;

They have become nightmares devouring my sleep.

I glance at the night sky.

The stars are shining bright inspite of the darkness,

Trying to subdue it.

My eyes slowly drift off to sleep.

There are no more nightmares.

©Aparna Prabhu 2017

©thethoughtscribbler 2017

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