Tormenting Darkness and Childhood Nightmares

Tormenting Darkness And Childhood Nightmares Oft, dead of night, wakes me with evil tones or fleet whispers that send grating chills. Always they come, crying, shrill shrieking moans as if from dark caverns in the far hills! Still that cold-fright, my yearning does so prick surging tingles race up and down my spine. I pray, tis just my mind playing a trick or dark thoughts my restless soul wants to dine. Truth soon invades, as shadows fly overhead open doors slam shut with booming loud bangs. Skeletal hands reach up to shake my bed next green eyes appear above long sharp fangs. Frightful mind blasts commands to race away yet never do I dare to run and flee. First, I close my eyes and silently pray please Lord, stop this evil that torments me! R.J. Lindley, Oct 12th, 1967 Old Note: When is it mind playing tricks, or evil paying a visit? Note, 6-12-2017 Oft man is his own monster.... and sadly, he does so well at it.. POEM EDITED, WAS RE-TITLED THIS MORN..