Nightmare

Staring straight ahead, my eyes struggled to focus.

A woman, counting down, 3,2,1……………………….

On the count of 1, she released grip, on her babies stroller and lost it.

Faster and faster, a nightmarish blur,

Getting closer, tragedy ready to occur,

scrambling for confidence, instead, find myself unsure.

I reach out my arms, ready to try and defer,

My eyes suddenly pop open and I am  relieved to find,

this was all just a nightmare.

 

 

 

 

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