Softly 
By makarov20 

It comes to me at
night, when I am the
most vulnerable.  Taking my
thoughts and confusing them,
reminding me of what still
haunts me, what still makes
me fear.  A never ending battle
that I will never win.
Bleeding continuously, trying
desperately to cover my wounds,
but once exposed its no
use.  My weakness has been
found, and exploited it will be.
Fighting with the unknown
that lives in the realms
beyond my reality, that
lives in my dreams and keeps
me from ever moving forward,
killing me softly in the
night, without anyone knowing.


Scott Davis