Poetry by Jeff Green

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Night terrors

by cricketjeff on May 29, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I hear the silent echoes of your mind
I see you in the darkness without light
I feel your breath you are so close behind
You are the evil dreams that fill the night

You haunt the darkest corners of each room
Behind each door I know you lie in wait
Your body fills the air with heavy gloom
Your presence is the awful smell of hate

Despite my knowing that you are not real
Each night you fill my heavy heart with dread
I know that there are things I only feel
The demons of the night are in my head

So I must wait in dread of my own scream
That’s even though I know it’s all a dream