Night Terrors

Here they come...

...Night terrors,

tripping the wires

of conscious connectivity

which keep us aware

of our fate...

...Comforts too late

to subdue what will

spring...

Unseen needles drip

venom, plunging into

our plate

which is topped

with a silver hat,

and directed by the

Maître d’ to be

swiftly delivered

without any error

to our sleeping forms

waiting

in a hotel of habit...

Here they come...

Night after night,

they bite at our mind

like a cheese-cloth that’s

ripped

’til there’s barely a sign

of what once was before

this well built wall of stone

had been toppled, and crashed...

...we’ve been rudely dethroned

from our kingdom of sleep...

Here they come, one and all!...

Nightly terrors with bite!...

...causing mountains to fall.

©

9/4/19

Bunny Villaire