NIGHTMARE

I was in deep sleep whilst night being cold, 

Facing nightmare by being bold, 

All alone and no one around to console,

Trying my best for my emotions to be controlled, 

Sitting on ground, squeezing, cupping as though I am in mould, 

As though this nightmare is something to be foretold.

I woke up with face covered with sweat,

Thought of nightmare makes me upset, 

But it is fear of silhouette,

Which could be yet could not be forgotten, 

But in reality, its virtual threat,

Hence no fear for thing which did not come yet.