#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if I can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
I toss, I turn, I shudder awake
How much more of it can I take?
It was a scream. Was it really me?
Or was it a demon trying to break free?
The demon inside me searching for control,
reality is slipping from my hold.
I try to be so good and kind,
but I feel as though I'm losing my mind.
I just keep trying to find a way,
and hope I can make it another day.



© Linda Mastromonaco Harris