MY NIGHTS

The sun goes down and the gloom sets in;
this is the time I dread the most
for I must make it thru' this night;
please help me with my plight.

The hours are long and the night is dark,
these are the times I fear the most.
My demons are here, I can hear their bark;
please help me with my plight.

My eyes close slowly and I slip the chain,
my demons are loose and in my sleep remain.
These are the times when terror reigns;
please help me with my plight.

My night is full of violence;
I see the flashes of their guns;
I see the knife held in hands to plunge;
please help me with my plight.

My weapon fails - so does my courage.
The smell of terror lies like sullage.
These are my nights;
please help me with my plight.

©Copyright December 2001 by Paul Anforth

Written in the Hospital on the Hill