Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

Nightmare

by Dayna Zoldan

Black.
Pitch black.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Then...
A small light in the distance.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
CRACK!
Crashing through glass, sharp edges digging into skin.
Blood dripping.
Sticky, humid air.
A lake down below, murky green.
Falling.
Down.
Down.
Down.
The lake coming closer.
Closer.
Closer.
SLAP!
Hit the surface of the lake, hard.
Eyes sting.
Lungs burning with the need for air.
Take one big gulp.
Air is exchanged with water.
Choking.
Vision fading.

Jump awake.
Drenched with sweat.
Breathing hard.
Look around the room.
Black.
Pitch black.

Added: 30.04.2011

Judges' comments on this poem

04.05.2011

Economy of words adds impact and describes the fear in a nightmare. The ending is rather terrifying as when you first wake up.

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