toddlers huddled under ratty blankets
in their creaking cribs
listening, shivering
afraid
of the voices in the dark
the creeping creatures of the dark
long pale fingers, sharp jagged nails
rows and rows of dripping fangs
so many eyes, slits and red as blood
it's the monsters of a nightmare
the demons in your mind
little ones cry out
trying to drown the hissing
screaming
screeching
whispering
taunting
menacing
voices in the dark
and then
flick
light floods the room
bathing the pits and corners
the deep dark hell
in safety
sight
no more blinding night
and someone
big and warm and caring
assuring you
it'll be alright
the voices in the dark
silenced by love and day
why won't my voices
I hear
go away?
I turn the lights on
I call out for help
and still
I'm tormented
by the voices
of the dark
by the voices
in my head
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
