Succumb

I saw a human being succumb to his own nightmares one day,

No one knew of the demons he encountered

In those dark alleys of deep sleep.

While he slept all tucked in the safest of the duvets,

In the most comfortable sheets, his head shielded

With the softest of the pillows, he simply could not combat;

Leave alone defeat, he could not even face

Those dark demons which had dared one fine night

To plague his sleep, endlessly, until they would

Another fine night, drive him into the craze finally.

I do not really know what had been transpiring

Through that disturbed mind of his, which had him sweat

Even in the coldest of the winters, nor could I ever imagine

The ghoulish images conjured by his brain

Which petrified him to no ends. All I could see was

A person who once relished his sleep, perhaps more than any other being,

Now stood too terrified to even bat his eyelid,

Afraid of those demons lurking behind those closed eyelids,

Afraid, they would take him away, when caught in the realms of sleep,

Somewhere really far away, to the land they originated from,

And keep him there, without a path to escape.

I saw a man succumb to those menacing nightmares,

Drowned far too deep in an uncanny fear,

To even differentiate between the real demons and those

Which had been made up in and by his mind.