Colin F. Jones

DEMONS

Demoniacal dreams disrupt euphonic thoughts
That might more rapturous dreams permit;
That all his positives that were once resorts
Become negative passions due to it.
He flees perspiring to a wakeful state,
To stare at darkness in a bottomless pit,
But then discovering that he is wide awake,
He weeps in anguish that will not submit,
Until the shivering dies and fades away,
To leave confusion and the lonely night,
That is defeated by him falsifying day
By switching on the light.
Fear ends his sleep, his dreams, but not his pain,
For tomorrow night the demons will come again.