Night Terror (Micro-Poetry)

He sat bolt upright in his bed

Soaking wet,drenched in sweat

Filled with a cold black dread

he dreamed he was buried,

before he was dead

By: J.N.R Dutton

 

Published by J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father, artist, writer, musician, art promoter, among other things.

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