Nighttime Terrors
by Lord R.e. Taylor
He doesn’t know the time
Hell, he doesn’t even know what year it is
Sleep has to come to him soon
His eyes are nothing but slits
He can see the TV hanging on the wall
There are no sounds coming out
Just the grey snow of a lost signal
Snow, which reveals twisted faces
And monsters, he would not dream about
He knows that everyone else is asleep
Still, he sees shadows move around his room
His mind says that they are not real
There is no way they could be
But his nerves say the shadows are after him
So, he doesn’t sleep until the Sun comes up
And then he sleeps with one eye open
Just in case
© Poem – XVIII/II/MMXXVI
LRET
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