I awaken
Sweating
Trembling
It was there again.
Hideous
Staring
Puzzling
The substance of nightmares
The masks that invade my sleep
Take me on rapid journeys
Always along for the ride, no control.
Coming at me
Back away
Push
Slip
Slide
No use
It’s on me
My mother comforts me
I recall the mask, the moments
She holds me against her
I am saved, until… next time.
Breathing deep
Gasping
Scream
Stammering
Crying
A child
Innocence
Not again.
Old age has mellowed me
Such images worry me, don’t scare now
But I keep a distance, safety first
One never knows what slumber might bring.
Written for: http://dversepoets.com/2014/04/15/poetics-the-photography-of-phyllis-galembo/








