The Demons of The Night

some days it is somewhat gentle

in announcing its presence

some days it is more like an assault

a smack in the face, punch in the gut

I don’t sleep well ~ never have

but on nights such as these

it’s akin to being under siege

from some outside entity

the enemy that lies in wait

patiently anticipating the moment he will strike

when defenses are down

eyes closed, all tucked in

when slumber’s peaceful arms

wrap themselves around me

when I let go clenched teeth and fists

and succumb to her peace

that’s when the demon

under cloak of darkness

unleashes his wrath

and leads his minions into my room

it’s a full body assault

awakening with a force

that tears me from the safety

and the comfort of my dreams

it is a bright light

a spotlight in my eyes

exposing everything

I’ve safely tucked away

and now I sit, awake

with everything laid bare

naked and covered in tears

I am alone ~

the demons have disappeared

their evil has been done

in the wake of the assault

I weep ~