The nightmares crept in when I was asleep.
‘Twas the restless thoughts of my losing you;
you gave me a world I wanted to keep.
Then I dreamt it was gone; what I could do?

The dream felt so real that I tossed around.
I began to sweat and shake in my skin,
the dark room was quiet, nary a sound.
I was cold and clammy, drool on my chin.

The dream woke me up and I shook my head.
My hand searched around and what did I feel?
Right there beside me was you in my bed.
My fear then left, it was all so surreal.

My head touched the pillow, I held you tight,
dreaming sweet things for the rest of the night.




Author notes

Sonnet:
Sonnets are formal poems and consist of 14 lines (3 quatrains and a couplet) , traditionally written in iambic pentameter - that is, in lines ten syllables long, with accents falling on every second syllable.

Amera Andersen

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