DaymareA Poem by Beatrice MarsYou told me once, That, Death is like Falling asleep. A bitter smile was Upon your pale lips. You know, better than anyone, About nightmares.
You slipped in and out of My life, Teaching and preparing me To fight my nightmares, But you only come When the sun shines, Daymare.
Daymare, you stalked Me like the sun, Whispering In my ear, Guiding me and showing me all The horrors you could find.
In broad daylight You showed me Death and such things that were worse; A parched child, A woman unable To save her family. Daymare, you made me hate the sun.
I learned (in my school of bright windows) To love the night, The moon and the light Of stars, Incomprehensibly Old.
They looked down on me As if I were some New friend They did not know well enough To help.
I kept quiet and hidden All though the sunlight, But Daymare, You found me, You took your delights. Your cheap thrills And Highs forced me to run Far away to somewhere dark.
Daymare, we raced And we battled. You dragged me into The scorching sun, Convinced you had Won you spat On my face, kicked me And hit me. You gloated and laughed.
But, Daymare, you were overconfident. I lay still 'Till you left, sure I was dead. I crawled in to the dark And met a new friend; Nightmare.
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StatsAuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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