Picture the darkness
A wrap around shroud
Cocooned in the gloom
Of a silence thats loud
Thoughts only for comfort
To stave off your fears
Imagine the stillness
That begs for your tears
Haunted by terrors
Of a more primative kind
The memory seeks solice
In an old nursery rhyme
You struggle and lash out
To find nothing there
Only daylight releases
The grip of nightmares
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting piece...creepy. x