INVADERS OF THE NIGHT In the quiet darkness, raiders pound at the portals of the mind Whirling in ever increasing intensity they attack punching holes in the newly, loosely woven serenity encasing cerebral operations. Tearing a tiny opening, the rushing torrent then barges across the threshold of the drowsy idle brain In the tiny cranial cavity chaos reigns unchallenged. Tiny entities chase each other in circles, spirals, and other errant paths. Cares are strewn, flung and sent aloft in a stinging blizzard The coveted kernel of peace, repose pushed out of reach buried by the forceful raging storm The chaotic siege continues unabated Until From the outer darkness, a fuzzy blanket slowly, and in undulating waves, descends muffling, muting the intractable and fractious raiders The descending blanket gradually dampens the rampant energy. In random pops and rumbles activity finally ceases. The inky, fluffy peace now controls both outer and inner space To command a while, undisturbed by nothing Till on the scene comes stealing the banishing rays of DAWN
Reason for writing:
Lying almost on the verge of sleep, yet beset by an ever increasing
array of cares and thoughts, I thought that this feels just like
I am being invaded. The poem came about as a way of describing\
this.
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