Awake in the night hours,
alone the child cowers.
Demons in her head,
from fear they are feed.
Hoping for a light,
in the cold cruel night,
but not even a spark,
she is trapped in the dark.
Pitch black closed and open eyes,
she cannot rest but won't rise.
The girl doesn't make a sound,
hiding from what lurks around.
Shadows without faces,
hiding without traces,
they're only seen by her,
it's what she must endure.
The terror she's forced to feel,
they all say it isn't real.
She tries to believe,
but the beasts won't leave.
Authors note: I apologize for the delay it may have only been hours late but I still try to be on time. my computer was all locked up and then I had to go for a while. thank you to all the people who have read my poetry. :) I hope you are understanding I can just be a little ocd with a schedule.
~Rabbit
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PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
