Glenda PalmerVibert


Phantoms - Poem by Glenda PalmerVibert

It is the night, it is the night
When they come - those
Phantom thoughts that
plague my quiet,
They crowd around my bed
and mock me, these phantom
thoughts, they stop me sleeping
I cannot rest, I cannot rest.
I long for the morning when
the light will chase those
phantoms away, but all too soon
comes the night, it is the night,
It is the night when they come,
the night...


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, July 2, 2010


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