Night Terrors

By 22nd November 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

Oh please release me from my demons of the night
My screams are futile, they never take flight
They claw at my feet, they pull on my hair
When I switch on the light they are no longer there

I lay on my bed and feel them lurking near by
The room goes colder and I yell at them “Why?”
I smell their breath, so rancid and grim
They rip at my flesh but leave no marks on my skin

I need some rest; my body is desperate for sleep
Then when I close my eyes, once again they creep
What do they want of me? What have I done?
Please, I beg you, tell me, am I the only one?

Sheila Weekes

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