Evil Lurks

There's no hiding in the dark.

Sleep has an enemy with no consolation

solace sought is never an option

footsteps revile the quietude of night

putrid scent of evil fills the sense with disgust

grotesque hands that held me as a child

arms wrapped now tightly in the vise grip of midnight

calloused touch erupts in flashes of nightmares

sounds and sights of a door ajar with vile intent

straining not to excite the menacing monster

screams within the temple evaporate in mist

prayers go unanswered and shelved

shadows steal the breath of innocence

waiting for a saving grace that never calls

all are silenced by the torment of secrets

sinister lurks in unuttered sounds of avoidance

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Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Frieda, you are a great poet and I would be the first to say write from emotion. But sometime one has to reject the past or at least put it to rest and make that decision that you are no longer going to let this experience hold you as its victim forever. thjere are atrocities commited every minute. life is a short journey and despite pain and regret you can choose which direction to take.

[Frieda P]

Ok, that was like a smack upside my head, maybe I needed that. That's usually where most of my emotion comes from, it never lies dormant.

[LA Lorena]

nicely put John. I'm standing beside you on this one.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

See we both love you Frieda and want you as a whole person writing about everything that is beautiful in life or even cursing boyfriends or neighbours or employees even!

[Frieda P]

Oh the pressure....I think you may have killed my muse...........

[John Alexander McFadyen]

ok having sex with boyfriends, neighbours or employees even!

[LA Lorena]

LOL

[James William Dyer]

The past can leave deep scars that move even as we do, like a coiledscab and escaping or denying or overcoming it as it constricts us later in life is never as easy as it sounds.

[KAOlmsted]

I read what John wrote, and, for the most part, I agree with him. But it's your journey. You get to decide when you turn the car around. I'm here for the duration of the trip, no matter how bumpy the road gets. Count on it.

Love you, girl.

[Frieda P]

Oh geez, not you too kimmer! My 'car' seems to be sports model with a mind of it's own 150 mph on auto pilot...and thanks, love you too. xo

[KAOlmsted]

Nope, not me...like I said, I'm here for the entire trip...all the way, baby.

[Baby Ricochet]

Great poem. Intense. That's a good thing

[InsanityWriter]

Very descriptive. :) Excellent job!

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

innocence stolen by a nightmare. A nightmare that lingers into adulthood, excellent Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Neva, I really appreciate your kind reviews.

[fiery-san]

I feel like reading about a nightmare or a very bad and dark memory where the character seemed trapped and powerless... an intense write and dramatic word play as always. Good one. ^_^

[Frieda P]

It's a memory, real life and a nightmare all rolled up in one, thanks for reading.