Brutal Night

Brutal Night

brutal night

Of brutal nights, in the ills of darkness…Amid these harrowing times, sleep is no longer a sanctuary of rest and the subconscious mind a battlefield of venting and disruptions of the mind. Inner calm and balanced perspective often come at a cost of pills and alcohol, wildly attempting to stem the flow of outrageous imaginations and dreams far from the esoteric haze of slumber’s lee side aspirations. Hope you enjoyed the mood of this short work.

Amid the brutal night where shadows
plunge to cavernous bleak,
and lamenting spawn from soul’s replete
are beckoned to the ills of darkness,
where sleep lives not in a plush, diaphanous dream,
as dreams live beyond the reaping
of angel wishes and idol pleasantries,
more spiny thistles and the briar
fantasies in bloody conflict,
sweated turns and thrashing addictions
to the feathered fright of expectation,
sweeping reality’s calamitous veils aside,
to reveal the harrowing light-less peaks
of terror’s elite custodians,
sabre-drawn and contrite
from all the death they by hand
and appetite beseeched.

Tony DeLorger © 2021


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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for, Google+, videos on YouTube and book sales on website, Amazon and

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