Creatures of the Night

I open up the door

There they were

All the creatures of the night

That for many years had filled me with fright

Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch

We created you and you created us

But like bees and butterflies

We nurture you and when we gone

A sad place this earth will be

You just wait and see

Nightmare Territory

The day has turned into night

The evening was filled with

Frustration and fear

The options are few

When anxiety looms

At every conversation

When your friends

Becomes a foe

Again and again

Dysfunctional patterns

Repeating themselves forever and ever

In a very dull pattern

I will not save my self

But suffer, fail and die

As this is what I am supposed to do

Repeating generations of tragedy

The earth is black, the soil brown

Clay underneath and at the bottom

The hard solid rock

Black Sunset

The night has its own black sun

Spreading its darkness at night

The antithesis of the real sun

Only small stars, a few planets

And the moon ignores it

Spreading their faded light

At night

Creating secret spots of black

Sunlight, Since no one has seen

The black sun it’s existence

Remains to proven

Only a dog or two know the truth

Howling desperately at night

To call our attention

Agony Of The Bed

Another sleepless night

Waking up at three thirty

Thinking on what

Could or should be done

Thoughts and panic at

The same time

Making breading hard

And the walls in the room

Closes in on you

Like being buried

At the bottom

Of the sea

Only sleep will

Give relief