#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...

You get lucky,
the fall to sleep is easy,
yet the arrival is unimpressive,
as you lay in the vast abyss.
void of any wonderous dreams.
void of all haunting screams.

Night after night,
after night after night.
at some point,
you start to hope
for something more, anything.
even the screams
to lull the deafening silence.
© AVNMK