A Poem I Wrote About Grief

NIGHT TERROR

And so I buried it to forget
In a place both dark and deep
Left there to putrefy, decay
Fluffed my pillow, went to sleep

But in the darkest hour of night
The hour of silence, all is still
Comes a movement in the depths
Twitch and shiver, iron will

Slow, determined, worming upward
Clawing, climbing, surface bound
At last the breakthrough, softly though
So not to make the slightest sound

Moving stealthily and slow
So It's travel stays unknown
Silent, creeping, finds the pathway
To my locked and shuttered home

Door and walls? They will not stop It
Bolt and latch won't slow It's course
No wish or prayer stops It advancing
No show of might, no strength of force

Paused at the stoop, It gathers power
Starts then forward 'cross the floor
Down the hallways, past the windows
Climbs the stair, then through my door

Now at the bedside, me there sleeping
So unwitting, quiet, at peace
Unaware of this Thing lurking
My tranquility It's goal to cease

Then slowly lowering down beside me
Without a jostle to perceive
Still frays my slumber with It's presence
My dreams each tatter, lose their weave

Pressing, pushing deep within me
Enters my soul, once more It's Keep
And I remember
Oh, I remember
Dear God, I remember
And I weep