Nightmare

Story ID:	766
Written by:	Cynthia Jo Ross (bio, contact, other stories)
Organization:	Lens to the Past
Story type:	Poem
Location:	Andover Kansas USA
Year:	1967
Person:	Myself

Nightmare

The earth before me yawns
First with only a slender gap
As I watch, it widens beyond
Searching for the edge I tap

The widening crevice heightens my fear
If only I could just escape
Beyond understanding from this sphere
One false move would be a mistake

Where did this fear come from
Clues and wonders of what it meant
Was it only a dream when I was young
The fear of one so innocent

On this cliff a many a time
It's time to face it and leave it behind

In 1990 this was my 1st attempt to write a sonnet. The subject matter dealt with a recurring dream I’d had since childhood. Once I wrote the poem this particular dream never occurred again.