Darkness falls, and with the night

My fears become surreal.

I sit here with this emptiness

My mind an uneven keel.

I loathe myself, coward that I am,

For this deeply seeded fear..

For it is just the night, when all is quiet,

The demons will appear.

I see them in the shadows

In shapes of every size,

I look tofind a space to go

Away from piercing eyes.

I dread the night, the pitch black night

Imprisoned in its grasp..

I long to be set free of this,

And the fetters from my past.

-Antony King © 2017

tortured soul

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