Alone In Fear

In my father's thatched roof house,

That night I was enjoying the 

Savour of my sweet sleep,

Gone to the world beyond,

Dreaming unimaginable things,

About the world beyond, walking deads,

Communing with my ancestors.

Not until something happened.

I woke up, in the middle of the night,

Only to open my eyes to dazzling light.

Oh my gosh!! A ghost I screamed!

Thinking my scream could make it leave;

Was an exaggeration.

It stood there unmoved by my terrifying screams,

Instead, it came closer,

I summoned death!

To no avail, searched for it without finding it.

Waited for the ground to open 

And consume me with its wide mouth;

Not knowing it wasn't hungry.

I was alone in fear with the walking dead

I tried to run with my legs;

So weak to take a step.

I saw the ghost moving closer,

With my heart beats racing like an aeroplane.

The steps became closer,

As it got to my front 

I had taken all the courage in the world.

Waiting patiently for it

To take to the world beyond.

I discovered just the next moment,

That there wasn't any ghost;

Coming closer to me.

I had woken only to the discovery that,

I had the imagination of my dream;

Just before my eyes.

I felt relieved!!

Even though I had previously

Surrendered to the arms of death.