The NIghtmare

The Nightmare

The Nightmare

Running through the woods,
Up and down the hill.
Leaves brushing my face,
The trees standing still.

It all happened in one morning,
It happened too fast.
Now I cannot settle,
Because of my past.

Something out there scared me,
Lurking in the trees.
I know that it's still out there,
Waiting for me.

I'm really very frightened,
I cannot go outside.
My mother says don't be silly,
But I feel the need to hide.

It had shining yellow eyes,
And the blackest black hair.
I hadn't thought of this,
Could it be, a nightmare?