Ode

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Every night I go to sleep, Curled in a blanket, cozy and warm. Plunging into a dream, I go in deep. That's when the nightmares start to form. They aren't all nightmares, sometimes they're good. but for some unknown reason my dreams are meant to scare. It isn't ghouls or ghosts that haunt my dreams. The things that I dream, well no one else should. There are things that are just to scary to share. Things that make me wake up to my screams.

People die, people I love. And I try to stop them but it's just not enough. There's different situations,I must get out of. And somethings holding me back, I'm just not that tough. Sometimes things work out great. I save my loved ones and wake up without fright. But other times I'm not lucky enough to win. I know that it's not truly their fate. but they seem so real, trying with all my might. When I wake I know that in my mind it was within.

But as I said before they aren't all bad. Sometimes they're great, perfect as can be. I have to admit it's not often I wake up glad. But in these dreams it's happiness I see. Filled with flowers, and colors that shine so bright. Dreaming of things that teenage girls should. But it's not those dreams I remember so well. The ones I remember give me the fright. I'd gladly get rid of them, only if I could. If only I could get rid of this bad dream spell. But for now when they wake me I'll just start to write.