Dreary nights

Looking worried with those puppy eyes of yours love

What evil ideas come creeping in the dark to taunt you in your dreams

What sorrows overcome you in gushing, crushing and drowning waves

What dark shades and terrifying figures disturb your peaceful sleep

Where has you strength to fight back gone

Gone is my strength, washed away by sleepless nights

Fighting the shades and surrendering to their malevolent whispers

Fighting the waves of anger and frustration but never keeping my head out of the water

Fighting to find sleep yet when sleep is reached, waking in frightful fits of fear

Fighting until there is no strength left and I am left to die, on top of a wrecked bed, dawn bringing the only ounce of peace to my mind.

Technicolor poet