Nightmares
When I close my eyes to sleep,
I pray to dream happy thoughts.
Every night reads alike for me,
endless battles I have fought.
Disturbing as one could imagine.
Partial derangement is all I share.
If I allocate more than a glimpse,
it would now be your nightmares
Dreaming of death and torment;
evil tortuous rituals to say a few.
I feel painful stings of every gash,
closing my eyes to what they do.
Hideously they show their faces,
in plain view, not out of sight.
Tempting my powers of elation;
mentally slaying me every night.
Some dwell within the shadows;
more deadlier than the evident.
Wickedly laughing towards me;
reeking of sinful, raunchy scents.
When I close my eyes to sleep,
I pray a spirit of peace over me.
Fighting to win a battle of flesh,
and one day be nightmare free.
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2008
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