Every night <br />as my head <br />hits the pillow, <br />And sleep engulfes <br />my waking fears, <br />They come to me, <br />In a silent roar. <br /> <br />They mock <br />my every <br />move, <br />My every <br />gesture. <br />In their fits <br />of silent laughter. <br /> <br />I try <br />to run, <br />To flee, <br />But everywhere <br />I go, Them, <br />Feeding <br />on my <br />Fear. <br /> <br />And when, <br />With relief <br />I wake, <br />I know <br />They're not gone, <br />Just, <br />There, <br />Waiting...<br /><br />Johnny Golding<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-10/
