Nightmare Of Life Poem by Claire Borges

Little girl, tired and drawn
All your nightmares dead and sodden 
Go to sleep, not a minute late
And dream, yes dream, to pain's escape
Sad and wakened, cry and bawl
The man who came was but a shawl
But you don't know, you are naive 
So test and trust you must not believe
Nightmares come and leave to go
They give all a grandiose horror show
Please sleep, little one you're safe at home
Though you know pain that few have known
The silvered blade of true escape 
As you leave all your promises to break