A Poem
in the hours after midnight
wraiths of long lost love
torture my sleep
deep in the psyche
emotions engage in warfare
and set siege to the heart
soul deep injuries
hastily triaged
only to return to battle
demons slither amongst the wounded
and approach the ramparts en masse
with weapons of promise
if only the gates are opened
all manner of riches
can fill the keep
but empty dreams
and broken oaths
bar the entryway
thou shall not pass
you are not welcome here
disturbing my slumber
allow me my repose
tomorrow is another day
and love is far, far away
Dick Millet 