ABC poem

After the day is gone they fearfully rise, clutching
Blankets and covered in
Cold sweat
Darkness brings out what they fear
Evening is sunless, hopeless
Failure to stop trembling
Greatly alerting the senses
Hearts pound so loud
It’s almost hurting my ears
Just a little more and the screams start
Keeping their cries close
Loosing to the sun
My day is done
Next to me in a room all too bright
Others take over
Part of me, father time dares not
Question me
Respectful I am to father
Someday I will have the power to rise above him, for I am the
Time keeper’s daughter
Unknown to the world, I am invisible
Vital to the world of nightmares and dreamscapes
Without them the world will not dream or be tormented
Xeric desert
Yielding to the sun and rising with the moon
Zinnia and tiger lilies never shall I see, only moon vine and night blooming cereus will be mine