The nightmare

when i was four,
i had a nightmare
of a very cold night,
of thunder and lightning,
of storm swirling
the heavy rain.

i was all alone
or left alone
in the darkness,
in the midst of
angry clouds,
of god’s temper.

and i cried, mummy..
i cried, daddy…
but no one came,
and my voice
quivered to death
when thunder laughed
at its own victory.

i was half naked
in the doorstep,
shrinking into ball,
i was tied to
a nearby object,
cause i was playing
knotting-game before
the swirling of storm,
and i trapped myself.

and i cried, mummy..
i cried, daddy…
but no one came,
and my voice
quivered to death
when thunder laughed
at its own victory.

(little did i know
that my entire life
would be the nightmare
i had when i was just four?)

© Sanna Wren

(Image credit goes to the respective artist. Taken from Pinterest)

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