“ Night Demons ” ~ in a child’s bed ~

 

My gaze fixates

On ghastly settings,

Lurid hatchings

Wickedly depicting

Aspects of time,

In childish dreams

Living vividly

As ghoulish heads,

Inside the pillow

Of a child’s bed…

 

Yet tho I try to flee

Night demons that be,

They still indulge

To inject my sleep

With warping images

Of odious sweeps,

Till endurance falters,

And thus my screams

Of adolescent dreams…

 

On lonely nights

They will take flight

To wrest the slumber

From frenzied weepers,

Till whimpers turn to wails

From wretched gruesome tails,

Reaching to seem real

As wouldst my nightly demons!