Visitors Of The Night
You come in the night.
In the darkest hour of the day.
You wont stay at bay.
Becuase in my head you want to stay.
Huanting me all the more.
I hate what you did.
In the night you come.
Your visits I do not want.
It brings me to my knees.
You find my weakness.
And that makes you strong.
But you were wrong.
However you have beaten me.
I can not break free.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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