The dawn sets,
the blue sky turns,
into orange yellow,
as the sun sinks,
deeper and deeper
into slumber
The moon rises,
the cool winds brings,
the peace and calmness,
relaxing tired mind and body
I rest on my bed,
beginning to dream,
a beautiful future
perfect and colourful
fading as the dawn set
Tonight is no different,
as I rest on my bed,
waiting for demons
feeding my mind
to run away,
faraway to their underworld
The demons wander
around my soul,
like the scavengers,
of the dead,
raping my spirit
of contentment and happiness
My eyes are open,
it's almost dawn,
everyone is fast asleep,
my heart is trembling,
praying almighty
seeking his blessings,
listing to his hymns
begging him to free me
from the clutches
of demons called fear
the blue sky turns,
into orange yellow,
as the sun sinks,
deeper and deeper
into slumber
The moon rises,
the cool winds brings,
the peace and calmness,
relaxing tired mind and body
I rest on my bed,
beginning to dream,
a beautiful future
perfect and colourful
fading as the dawn set
Tonight is no different,
as I rest on my bed,
waiting for demons
feeding my mind
to run away,
faraway to their underworld
The demons wander
around my soul,
like the scavengers,
of the dead,
raping my spirit
of contentment and happiness
My eyes are open,
it's almost dawn,
everyone is fast asleep,
my heart is trembling,
praying almighty
seeking his blessings,
listing to his hymns
begging him to free me
from the clutches
of demons called fear
I was actually scared by the plot you brought up so convincingly and rightly named it afterwards, fear. Good job :)
ReplyDeleteI was actually scared by the plot you brought up so convincingly and rightly named it afterwards, fear. Good job :)
ReplyDeleteThanks :) This poem has been inspired from my phobia of sleeping at late nights
DeleteNight are fearful at times ;)
ReplyDeleteRegards
Village Girl
Yes they are. Our minds play games only during this hour in form of demons.
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