#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...

Nooo, my dreams won't turn into a screams this time.
With a very sad ending, will end my bad time.
I know nightmares are the first to happen
but with my faith in God, the door of so many great...