never-ending is the night
visions arrive in feverish shapes
testing my sanity
in a darkness protected from a
cold november rain
flashes of restlessness appear
out of no where
reminding me of a dogged past
certain to hound me again
voiceless visitors with a certain
je ne sais quoi
talk me into believing
this night will never end
november two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
I hate nights like that! – hope you are feeling better – K
Indeed I am, thank you K – about ready to post a new poem I sure hope it makes you smile ;`)
Beautiful as always ðŸ’
Thanks so much, Berteena ;`)
Scary one! Hope you don’t have many nightmares.
Thanks, Lola – Hope you don’t either!
Beautiful poem. Enjoyed reading.
Thank you so much.
Fabulous write 🙂
Thanks so much, Melanie ;`)