Torn Poem by DM W

I'm bathed in innocence when I'm dreaming,
But often troubled in my waking hours.
Nightmares pervade my fragile consciousness.
Angels lament when inner demons howl.
O I'm torn between the light and the dark!
How I wish I could fuse these two abstracts.
I'm pulled between realms of surreal bleakness,
And decidedly Romantic yearnings.
I know of inspiration's warm flashes,
And long, dark hours of icy solitude.
And I know ofthe great power struggles
Between tender Heaven and bitter Hell.