Night

Every night
as my head
hits the pillow,
And sleep engulfes
my waking fears,
They come to me,
In a silent roar.

They mock
my every
move,
My every
gesture.
In their fits
of silent laughter.

I try
to run,
To flee,
But everywhere
I go, Them,
Feeding
on my
Fear.

And when,
With relief
I wake,
I know
They're not gone,
Just,
There,
Waiting...

by Johnny Golding

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Comments (3)

very average agree with jan 6
Theres a lot of frustration in your work. Don't forget when you are writing verse that others are going to read it and you need to abide by the rules of poetry. Beware of letting an emotional moment break your rhyme and the flow of your words. When it becomes hard to read for others, it is considered an ameteur piece of work. You are talented to watch that rhyme. Just some constructive advise. Well done. Jan
Some thing on your mind or some thing else keep up the good work