Margaret Foster Poet Triolet

Night Terrors

In the pitch darkness of the night
Where nightmares come to fright and haunt
I lie awake my heart in flight
In the pitch darkness of the night
Praying, pleading, for morning light
When fearsome terrors cease to taunt
In the pitch darkness of the night
Where nightmares come to fright and haunt

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David Crandall January 9, 2025 at 9:17 PM I've had this kind of long night that gets saved by the morning. I enjoyed this Margaret, even though its dark and fearful. Margaret Foster January 10, 2025 at 2:58 AM Thank you for the feedback, David it is much appreciated cheers

Mahtab Bangalee January 8, 2025 at 10:59 PM The darkness of thyself is the terror of the feeling. nice to read you Margaret Foster January 10, 2025 at 2:59 AM Thank you.Mahtab best wishes to you..