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 The Evil Dreams

 As morning draws its head on high,

And night retreats awake I lie.

I ponder at the night gone by,

Look through my window at the sky.

A nightmare once again was seen,

To make me want to wake and scream.

Yet still I slept and carried on,

To feel the pain of dreams gone wrong.

I wander through an empty home,

Afraid, confused and so alone.

I run and call to find a friend,

Just anyone, my heart to mend.

And yet the only one I find,

A spectre to destroy my mind.

To steal my spirit, take my soul,

And leave me empty as a hole.

I could forget this evil dream,

Had it only once been seen.

But over and again I fear,

The dream will come, will reappear.

The nightmares will one day subside,

When I am no longer alone.

And I have someone by my side,

To share my feelings, be my own.

The Storm

Rain is pounding, lightning flashing,

Clouds are massing, thunder crashing.

Buildings shaking, windows smashing,

Hail on the rooftops lashing.

Hiding under covers quaking,

Hands are trembling, body shaking,

Always heavy breaths I’m taking

Not a sound my lips are making.

For this once I am alone,

To hide away all on my own.

No-one to hold me, hide me from

A world of darkness, all gone wrong.

Yet in the morning light does grow,

The rays upon the land do show.

The storm has passed, is dead, is spent,

The wind and rain do now relent.

It will no longer be just I,

In fear to hide, alone to lye.

The next bad storm to grace the air,

Will see me stand up full of dare.

Because I will not lonely be,

But with an angel I and he.

To face the elements as one,

The angel makes my storm be gone.