We have no control
Over the sleeping head
And dread
That our soul
May be exposed to the light of day.
For dark fantasies creep
Out in sleep
And in the land
Of dreams none may command
His wandering hand.
When we awake
Our dreams we shake
Off.
Yet, sometimes we may,
In the quiet of the day
Hear the devil cough
And whisper low
“I know
Where you go
In sleep …”.
K Morris - Poet 
Oh crikey Kevin. This is damn good. I like it
Thank you, Lorraine! Best wishes – Kevin
You are welcome. So much truth in it. Best to you too.
I enjoyed this too. Reminds me of me.
Thank you. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem and interested that it reminds you of yourself. Best – Kevin