Nighty-Night
Somehow it seems
In all my dreams
There are open mouths
But never screams,
Eyes reflecting
Eerie sights
Never seen
In faintest light.
Motionless
The sounds unfold
While, falling, I
Have naught to hold.
Fear-frozen muscles
Cannot flee
The demons that
Have hold of me.
Alone I lay
In horror’s grip
Unable to re-route
The trip.
And when the demons
Go away
I must face
Another day
Fearing
That with twilight’s wane
The demons,
They may come again…..
2015
submitted to Dreams – Poetry...
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