Night terrors
The twelfth poem from my poetry collection Conception.
Night terrors
Night nuzzles my breast,
hot-water bottle hugged baby-close
as sweat-sodden satin
grows warm wet with seeping milk.
I think I feel him feed.
Then my sweat turns cold as drenching dew.
“Waah!” I hear him scream
and scream and scream.
I reach out to hold,
cuddle, comfort, caress him,
but only find the dark.
Still he cries.
Sweat clings to me and drags me deeper,
deeper down drowning now.
And then, at last,
a sudden lulling silence
before I awake to find crib full
but fear still biting at my breast.
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Comment from: marilyn [Member] 
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Very realistic and it takes me back to those exact feelings I felt 26 years ago.
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26/08/07 @ 11:43
Comment from: sarah_james [Member] · http://www.milltech-systems.co.uk
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I used to have a lot of those half-awake/half-asleep nightmares when my elder son was young. The joys of sleep deprivation!
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