Country darkness
a clot of black night over there
a car, a figure hurrying away
calls me without words
to my destruction
without a choice
I pant and run
cry No - No – No
But the damage is done
the calm-eyed children
who wait behind the smudged dark
reach for my hands
grasp my fingers
their needles pierce my palms
even as I wake
to the comfort of my lover’s arms.
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-inwards-nightmare/
