What are you that haunts my dreams
And why have you stayed so many years
Just a silhouette no words do you speak
But like a carrion you feed off my fears
An angel, a devil, or a demon of myth
From what darkness were you born
I was so young when I first felt your kiss
But now as familiar to me as the dawn
So afraid was I to close my eyes
Because I knew that you were waiting
The night would dance to my cries
But there was no one there to save me
But now my cries have become silent
My tears are now dried up old streams
But I still feel your rage and your violence
As you still wonder through my dreams
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Author:
Daniel (
Offline) - Published: January 9th, 2017 00:00
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Comments5
The metaphor could fit a number of demons some real or imagined. Nice.
Thank you Augustus!
Very very good
I love it..
My kind of poem
Well done Daniel
Thank you glad you enjoyed it!
Very good job Daniel.
Thank you WBL!
Another work of wonder/your are a craftsmen Sir!
Thank you WW for your kind comments!
Well written and expressed
Thank you Tony!
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