Chimera
Tucked between bed sheets waiting
for a night of torturous cumber.
Eyes heavy from constant sedating
and heart resisting restful slumber.
Truth lies beyond ardent reality
touching minds that yearn to grasp.
Holding on tight to false morality
is like fighting with the deadly asp.
Sight torments with strong intent
till all will is ultimately broken.
Suddenly life freefalls in descent
leaving souls like a worthless wood token.
Flying dragons cross ocular view
along with cryptic dark spirits.
Aware that tonight is a preview
of what a psychic demon permits.
Ghastly faces spring from dead walls
with glaring eyes summoning you in.
No one there to heed desperate calls
following everywhere you have been.
Monsters that hide under a bed
waiting for you to bring them out.
Not realizing they are in your head
you are the one in changing doubt.
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2010
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