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Demons of the Night
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Tomorrow always comes

But not always sleep

Lying awake, fearful and angry

waiting for a call

or a knock on the door

Hoping for good news

knowing no news is good

 But, oh, the waiting

When tomorrow comes

and the demons leave.

The fears washed away

by the sun rising,

the anger replaced by rational thought

 Then the pieces of the night

are gathered up

Placed in a dark corner

of the mind

Not remembered

but waiting to pounce

when let loose

by eyes watching dark shadows

by a mind left unguarded

lying awake in the night

letting the demons run free

 by Carol Wekar

7/19/89

 

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