There were those, nightmares that came, in the midnight hours, they were, the most difficult for anybody to handle, because it is, during these, midnight hours when one is the most vulnerable…
not my photograph…
The nightmares that came, in the midnight hours, they’d, gnawed at you, again and again, and no matter how hard you were trying, to wake yourselves up, you just can’t, you are, trapped, inside the nightmares, and, they are, swallowing you whole, without spitting out those bones.
The nightmares that came, in the midnight hours, where the spirits were extremely, active, and, you, are the only human amongst them all, and so, you have, NO allies, no friends, no confidants, and you are, left, ALL alone on your own, to, battle all of these, demons that you have………
difficulties falling asleep here…
The nightmares that came, in the midnight hours, nope, ain’t seen ‘em since, oh, when I was a young child, I guess, and, I’m thinkin’, that I’d, outgrown, ALL those nightmares that came to get me, in the midnight hours back then, plus, I’d always made sure, that mama keeps that night light on for me.
Life, the Obstacle Course 