Dark Poetry ~ The Valley of Nocturnal Dreaming

Into the valley,
of hallowed hills and bloodstained streets.

Holding to where roads do meet.
I look to stages of life;
only trying to be something someone.

I am.

Hold tight pillow.
Hoping monsters in shadows do lurk.

Monsters keep safe.
World normal travels.

Looking left, only heart beating.
Traveling valleys, alone.

Looking right, unknown darkness.
Time agonizingly passes.

Holding pillow tight,
fearful of the light.

Back to the road tomorrow…