With the night come fears,
But I can't show my tears.
Holding it in all these years
Is harder than it appears.
Instead I will laugh
And lose my grip
On my more sane half.
During the night Sleep will come
And make me into its victim.
I laugh as the nightmares blossom,
Showing things I could never fathom.
I won't wake up this time,
Staying trapped in sleep,
Being punished for uncommitted crime.
In the night they make pain;
Never settling for the mundane.
It's a game from which Sleep can't abstain
As we play in my dreaming brain.
My screams are what Night's after.
I will not obey its desire.
Instead, I drown in insane laughter.
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Comments about this poem (Nightmares by Mel. D. )
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928)
Sheldon Allan Silverstein
(September 25, 1930 – May 10, 1999)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
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