Waking Light

in the night they come to find me

lying prone and restless

the demons that have had me

seek to wreak their bitter vengeance

on a soul lost to the torment

given into the temptation

of mourning for what once was

be it good, or bad, for it was known

in this uncertainty they find me

digging claws into my heart

gaining ground as I spiral down

the day serves as a reprieve from

the disappointing hindsight telling me

that I could have done so much more

all the plans I lay down in times of rest

shattered with the mornings light

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