not very good as poetry goes. but poetry written after nightmares rarely is, I would think.

Nightfight
I fight at night in my dreams,
race through school hallways.
flee evil plumbers horrible schemes,
drive get away cars down dirt byways.

Looks like I’m sleeping peacefully,
as there I lie.
appearances are deceiving, in many ways
soundtrack with a pounding heartbeat plays
louder, louder till I die.
Roaring water engulfs.
Monsters find, catch, gulp.
Death comes, as a darkness, not a white blaze.
As a relief, too, after terror of the chase.