written by Teresa Dean Smeigh 2015
The surreal darkness of the midnight hours.
Different rooms from the day time.
Shadows changing, stretching
Reaching out for me.
Once known faces, different, scary.
Touches from those once alive.
I try to wake up, the evil is writhing.
The light scares them away again.
I want my mother to comfort me.
Hug the dream monsters away.
I have to accept her comfort from Heaven
Because she is no longer here for me.