When shadows expire <br />beneath the cold hand of night <br />I lay eternally still. <br />Peering from old raggedy blankets <br />torn from my minds indulgences <br />obsessed as my lifeline. <br />An umbilical cord to the daylight <br />which seems so far away <br />out of reach, eluding my grasp. <br /> <br />Unusual sounds of nothing <br />enter and leave without invitation, <br />under my cot, wrestling in closet. <br />A maniac within my space <br />stealing moments of sweet slumber, <br />hiding around recesses of imagination. <br />Tormenting this tired soul <br />until I give in to this fear of mine <br />trembling, ever so quietly. <br /> <br />Sobbing in whisper <br />afraid to awaken more foes <br />I silently pray for relief. <br />An end to my suffering in the darkness, <br />hoping for the light to pierce through, <br />squelching them all. <br />Leaving me at peace, <br />to dream another nightmare, <br />the next coming of the night.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/achluophobia/
