Prince Charming
In my dreams there is no prince to save me from despair
No beautiful maiden, letting down her hair
There is a gruesome monster, a terrifying sight
I wake in a cold sweat, crying, and reaching for the light
The light brings little comfort, for the monster's in my
head
I pull the covers over me, wishing I was dead
I start to catch my breath, and wipe away the tears
I fight to stay awake all night, but lose as morning nears
Kim (4/99)
Copyright 1999 by Kim Martel