The nightmare

Dark poetry

The nightmare that`s inside me, tore at my heart
then daylight shone right through me, with a glimmer of hope in the dark.
The night draw in and shadows crept in,
So l whispered a little hymn.
The demons heard this in the dead of the night,
and vanished out of sight.
They came calling the very next night, but to my dismay, l didn't know what to say.
They took my life but not my soul, now l am wise and yet very old.
l live in your hearts and your minds, you may call me God and i'll call you mine.