Night demons

Posted on January 24, 2019 by pensitivity101

They come in the night,
Cowardly, taking advantage
Over the tired and weary,
Weak and vulnerable,
Where sleep is a distant friend.
Defences down, they invade dreams:
Lurking in shadows,
From darkness they creep,
A Silent Menace
On the attack.
No faces, threatening hands,
A blade glistens,
Cuts, slices,
Blood flows,
Organs exposed:
So real, so terrifying,
Fear steals vital breath
And voice,
Silent screams echo
In emptiness.
Heartbeat quickens,
Halfway between sleep
And waking
Realise it’s a dream:
Fists fly,
Strength finds a tremor,
A whimper, a whisper,
Calls, cries,
Shouts:
A cold nose presses,
Fur warming,
Flanked by a hand.
Love’s presence,
Shows tenderness,
Reassurance,
Calms, soothes,
Conquers:
Demons retreat,
Defeated once more.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.

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