They hunt you in the dead of night
Always searching never resting
With their voices cruel and chilling
They scream, 'I will get you! ' as they fly.
Far across the darkness, you see their shadows,
Moving closer, closer still
There is no way out
No place to hide, no comfort anywhere
From their hands bruised and bleeding
They snatch and pull at you
They are always watching, always wait
To fill you with fear
As they drag the last part of hope
From the centre of your heart.
You know they will be back
as they curse the mornings light
But now you feel safe
Until the next inky night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
chasing shadows of darkenned mind...good creative write, Jenny...the words hide much beyond them inside...10