The world is dark, and the world is so cold.
It's filled with demons that are far too bold
To allow the young to grow to be old.
I lie in my bed and try to slumber-
To block the screams I hear in great number.
Whether it's real or inside of my head
Means nothing when I fear I'll soon be dead.
Perhaps it will be even worse than that.
This shadow could take me in no time flat.
My soul could be a prisoner of war,
Slave of the demons I've tried to ignore.
The darkness crowds in all around my bed.
Who will save me from this thing that I dread?
Please stop it before its hunger is fed!
(Nate Dorner)
It's filled with demons that are far too bold
To allow the young to grow to be old.
I lie in my bed and try to slumber-
To block the screams I hear in great number.
Whether it's real or inside of my head
Means nothing when I fear I'll soon be dead.
Perhaps it will be even worse than that.
This shadow could take me in no time flat.
My soul could be a prisoner of war,
Slave of the demons I've tried to ignore.
The darkness crowds in all around my bed.
Who will save me from this thing that I dread?
Please stop it before its hunger is fed!
(Nate Dorner)
posted by Prometheus Publications at 12:25 PM
2 Comments:
Powerful imagery! Also a very unique rhyme sheme... I like how the triplets enclose the middle stanzas
very strong poem, i like that it makes me feel like a kid whose nightlight has just broken.
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