#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...
lots of confusion and mind full of thoughts,
still scares even some are lost.
heart skips a bit and says silently,
though mind screams and blow violently.
there's a fire of war inside,
win or loose... doesn't reside.
suddenly,
a ray of light falls on eyes,
oh! it's morning and the mind sighs.

© Muskan