Awakening

mirror

Vivid flashes blind me as I sleep,
Awakening my soul for it to weep
And see again the fearsome evil play,
Now fading fast in the light of day.

Peering from my sheets on nightmare’s bed,
The glass on the wall reflects instead
A man before today unknown to me,
Who upon himself has turned the key.

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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