Nightmares

My nightmares make me
deaf and mute,
mocking my fears of
living unheard.

They make my throat
a tight useless lump,
trapping me in vacuum;
no sound comes or goes.

I cry, i writhe. I moan
beating my chest.
Yet no one hears
my pleas for help.

But i yell, i yell
and i yell.