Feb 2015
In the middle of night;
when it’s dark and you sleep,
all the monsters come alive;
scare and make you weep.
You wake up screaming;
with the blood-shot eyes,
unsure who is for comfort;
that’s when you realize.
It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.
You’re lost in despair;
followed by sighs,
it hits your memory again;
makes you paralyze.
But it still scares you;
where all the angels hide,
you look fine but;
there’s something not fine inside.
It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
you go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.
~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Non Fiction!
when it’s dark and you sleep,
all the monsters come alive;
scare and make you weep.
You wake up screaming;
with the blood-shot eyes,
unsure who is for comfort;
that’s when you realize.
It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.
You’re lost in despair;
followed by sighs,
it hits your memory again;
makes you paralyze.
But it still scares you;
where all the angels hide,
you look fine but;
there’s something not fine inside.
It was a nightmare;
monster under your bed is gone,
you go on by the prayer,
and you feel so alone.
~Shreya
P.S. My creation, please do not copy | © Protected | Image: Google
P.P.S. Non Fiction!
“Talking about that hollow black spot in the middle of your heart –where all your fears, worries, pain and unexpressed enigmatic agony lies –it sometimes turns up into a nightmare and haunts you, chases you. You sometimes can count on people who will save you and hug you when you are shivering. But honey, nobody can go into your sleep and then into the dreams to save you from nightmares. Nobody else can see the monster that chased to **** you in your nightmares. Nobody else can find that creepy creature under your bed that scares the hell out of you. Nobody else can feel that shiver down the spine that you felt in nightmare. In daylight, there is a crowd with unknown faces and names and identities to chase that monster to slay, but when its dark and city sleeps, nobody else burns their midnight oil to search the one who haunted you.”
