David Harris

Freshman - 1,112 Points (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

The Night Land

In every mind there is a night land
where our demons grow.
We never see them,
only in our nightmares.
They are the creatures
that scare us so
and hide in dark corners
at night and grow.
They live in the night land
between our heaven and hell.
Emerging in night's darkness
to make us scream and yell.
As we close our eyes
they emerge from their night land
to frighten us in our sleep,
to wake us in the middle of the night
with perspiration streaming from our brow.
It feels like a cold dead hand,
shakes our body
to make our fears so real.
The creatures of our nightmares
that live in the night land
between our heaven and hell.

9 July 2014

Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2014

Topic of this poem: miscellaneous


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