Fear of the Night
Insomnia.
It's spirit laid to rest
Among the shadows of ghostly slumber,
As the night creeps like a pest,
Tormenting every nerve,
With pathetic agitation.
I toss, I turn, I cannot sleep,
I cannot bide this consternation.
I dread the night, I hate the darkness,
I fear it's pitch black madness,
It's encroaching blindness,
Intruding oppressiveness.
Tyrannical invasion on my senses
Unjustly holds me to ransom.
I am, but a mere mortal
Gripped by something loathsome.
I am held by the steel claw of fear,
Squeezing my heart with icy fingers,
Threatening to burst,
Applying more and more pressure.
Death lurks in every corner,
Watching me from beady eyes,
Malice lingers in the thickened air,
Is this my time to die?
I scream and I yell at the dark,
I wail in cacophonic shrill,
Discordant, dissonant, quarreling thoughts,
Should I try to run, or just stay still?
I feel trapped in a web of black veil,
It's spidery fingers crawl across my skin,
Trailing anxiety through my mind
To send it's shivers up and down my spine.
I see the first rays of rising sun
Burst sparkles of sanctuary through the gloom,
My spirit starts to rise with my soul
To ease my blackened mood,
Oh wondrous, almighty sun,
Burn your golden light on my face,
Melt away the shadows of night,
Engulf me in your grace.
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