Midnight’s Cruelty
Heavy lids,
Watery eyes,
A lite yawn flow in the air
If only sleep could pierce my thoughts
But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream.
So here I sit and ponder away
Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist.
The cruelness of night,
laughing in the dark,
making fun
of it’s victims nightmares.
Demons burrowing the brains at rest.
They feed off panic,
causing anxiety.
Weeping children crying out “monster”
Restless moms quivering to the coldness of spirits dwelling among them.
Men, big, and bad huffing and puffing out their chest,
secretly bowing, praying for a restful night.
Yet to their prevail,
Rest is stolen by low softly spoken whispers that hides in the darkness.
Such a scary scene, a full moon peeking though the clouds.
Lonely souls tossing and turning
A dark evil vapor circulating the night.
Some miraculous pull tilting us 23.5 degrees away from the sun. And the great rotation slowly
thrusting us to midnight.
My eyelids reluctantly drop,
Then pop back open,
sleep’s fogginess
overcoming all lucid thoughts.
Prickly nerves left behind,
no choice left but to drift to sleep.
Lay upon it’s bed,
hope it grant me a peaceful night, hope it lock up all it’s demons.
As my eyes close shut,
to rest my body goes
Til the rays from the sun resuscitate me back to life.
Poetry by: Ingrid Jennings
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