I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

Dread in the Night

Once again the sleepless nights go on

I think this time it plans to stay

preying

digging

Ripping every last fiber and sanity

from me till i surely go insane

The only thing i hear is the trains horn

in the dead of night and my baby sisters

shrill screams of fright

How long will this go on?

This

Merciless dread,

this icky ozzing feeling that i get

It creeps under my scalp and buries

its way in

3:00 am hits and the clock ticks

so it begins...