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.