Beasts of the night

poem by: Chris Cleverly
Written on Jul 06, 2016 

Fear not those things and beasts of the night
Fear not closed eyes and twisting shadows
Be still ones mind of sharp chilling grief
Be still great torment, ripping underneath

 

Tags: pain, dark, imagery, fear,

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Cecilia Crasto commented:
We all have these nights when sleep eludes and the mind goes into panic mode- very clever.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for your feedback Cecilia. Those are the nights I find myself writing the most.
Fauxcroft wade commented:
Powerful and full of mystical imagery
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for your comment Fauxcroft, very appreciated
Anna Sabrina Tate commented:
good read
Snow Nakajima commented:
Yes, life is the beast itself. Beautifully written.
Christian Correa commented:
Beautiful. I felt the chills.
Christopher Russon commented:
A short poem with a big message behind it lovely write.
Rakel duca commented:
Well envisioned , good wording ,
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou Anna Sabrina Tate
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for your feedback Snow Nakajima. Im very glad you liked it.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou Christian Correa, much appreciated
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou Christopher, allways appreciated, Its one of those day 3, 4am insomnia scibbles.
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou Rakel duka for your feedback
Muk - commented:
more sleepless nights than good nights sleep
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you for your feedback Muk
Michael Waite commented:
Excellent prose!
Edward shields commented:
Nightmares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you Michael
Chris Cleverly commented:
Indeed Edward
Frank Hornby . commented:
Troubled mind.........learn to meditate.....sleep is meant to recharge the brain, not to have persistent NIGHTMARES.............good luck Chris....
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thankyou for your feedback Frank.
Ja Ja commented:
Darkness always brings fear. Thank you
Chris Cleverly commented:
Thank you for reading and commenting Ja Ja

 

 

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