Nightmares
By Kathy Lynn
Late at night the nightmares begin,
demons know when I am weak.
Creeping into my bedroom,
into the other world they drag me
As I lie asleep.
There are quagmires there,
nettle bushes pull at my hair.
I hear the screams of others,
sounds piercing my ears
The insidious tortures,
they know so well.
Demons looking for souls,
carting them off to hell.
Sweating I wake in fright.
No more sleep will I get,
another unholy night
Regis
fee
Cryssa