This poem will be pretty self-explanatory. I have a recurring nightmare that someone is attacking me out on the street. I always think to myself, “This time I’m going to get away. This time, I’m going to scream as loud as I can.” and then, every time, I open my mouth and nothing comes out but a wheeze.
I’m shaken for hours after having this nightmare. My throat usually feels raw too, like I have been screaming; or at least trying to. As far as I know, I don’t actually make a sound. Just like in the nightmare.
Screaming in Silence
Sometimes in the night I dream
Someone is attacking me
I open my mouth to release my scream
And all that comes out is silence.
Carried off into the night
Paralyzed by my fear
I, once again, failed to fight
Or stand strong in defiance.
I wake up, my breath a rasp
My heart is pounding in my chest
My mind still caught in terror’s grasp
From this dream of violence.