#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...
Getting messages from your
angel's,
Guiding yourself to become a warrior
to your deamons
Waking up to a cold
sweat,
Giving away to peaceful
serenity.


© Ann Doerwald