#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
blinking all night about next day
unable to sleep I got up from my bed
to move ahead
staight to my room there lay a dead man
I wonder how he came to me home ...
freightened and treambled
I thought it is devil
screamed loud and jerked back
hoffff......it was just a nightmare
satisfied at last that i could float on my
dreams ........!!!!