The night spread out like a demon waiting for his prey, intimidating, frightening and filling up every corner of my heart with fear. Asking me to fight or flee in the pitch darkness at my every step. The ghosts of nightmares attacking me and then the time to slow it down. I lie on the bed with my eyes wide open searching for some sleep in the gloom. Then I see a ray of hope creeping out of the corner of my heart and again the gush of darkness kills it without leaving its trace. The witches of my thoughts casting a spell on my peace. I look at the dark spread looming over me and the only thing I ask for, is an angel who will bless me with a calm thoughtless sleep.
Copyright 2018 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)