Past but Said
I lye awake in my bed,
Worried about something past but said,
Eye as heavy as Iron, still open.
Half awake I pace the house.
Half asleep my head rests on a pillow,
Soft and comforting, my tears of sadness.
A ray of light shining through the crake in the door.
My eyes are shut now, looking round the room,
A glimmering light enters the room,
Chasing away the darkness ,
Taunting it as is had been taunting me.
Eyes open now!
No light here now, darkness surrounds.