Another nightmare poem, a cascade, for the Daily Post prompt.
Every night the shadows creep
A little closer to my bed,
Bound hand and foot I cannot move,
Bring back the light then peace will fall.
The stars are dark, the moon asleep,
Warm blooded things and nightmares weep,
Nothing stirs except my fear as
Every night the shadows creep.
The ghosts of those who cannot rest,
Whose lives were stolen on a whim,
They plead and stalk on moonless nights
A little closer to my bed.
They care not who was most to blame,
Their anger drives their spirits here,
Eyes full of pain they mouth their grief,
Bound hand and foot I cannot move.
If only we could crush the worm
That rots the fruit and gnaws our thoughts,
If we could find a different goal,
Bring back the light then peace will fall.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
A beautifully crafted chilling poem. Vivienne
Thank you, Vivienne 🙂
Love this
Thanks Mark 🙂
Beautiful and scary. “Warm blooded things and nightmares weep.” I echo your words of bringing back the light.
The picture is kind of terrifying.
I suppose it’s what a night mare is meant to look like. I’m glad you liked the poem.
Haunting and beautiful.
Thank you. The times we live in.
Bring back the light, yes. So glad you ended with that teeny glimmer of hope.
I persist in believing we were onto something with the ideas of the Enlightenment. We’ve just taken so many wrong turnings since, and backtracks.
eerie and real!
Thank you 🙂