Darkness Comes Creeping

• Sienna Williamson, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2022

I lie in my bed at night
My blankets wrap around me tight
I think of the eventful day I’ve had
Some parts make me happy and some parts; sad.
The night rolls over
Flowers close- just like a clover.
Then the darkness comes creeping
All from the hills and over.
It tours me through all my nightmares
I need some help, I call on a flare
The flare that is my voice
Reaching out like a rope
“Mum?” I squeak, with minimal hope.
But Mum doesn’t make a peep
My voice colliding with the deep
And in the morning I can’t describe
The darkness that comes creeping in my sleep