As I Lay In The Night (poem)

             As I lay in the night,

            and the sun settles low,

            my eye's grow not weary,

            for the terror had just begun.

            The sounds in the dark

            haunt me in my imagination

            A creak, a snap or a squeek

            they leave me breathless with fear.

            A knife in the dark, a rifle from the window.

            A wolf of the forrest, a lion from the plains.

            A ghost from the grave to claim my soul.

            All these I fear and see in the night.

            No matter if they are real or of a world unknown,

            they all come see me as I sleep.

            Call me insane, call me what you need,

            I do not sleep in the night, but I still live.

            The monsters of my thought still haunt me.

            All I can do is lie awake and stare at the roof

            with a cross in my hand and my will in the other

            As I lay in the night.     

                                                                            By Matt Hagemann

Keyword: night sleep awake monsters insane

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Posted by Tarhead Mugwump 2008-03-15 00:36:17 you pulled a memory out of my mind - i had a few nights like that in the early years... + Report this comment

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