i have this irrational fear of sharing my poetry, so bear with me as i hold onto it for a moment longer like a kid with a teddy bear. but i will let it go... this is an old poem, but one of my favorites that ive written. i think i wrote it about 2 years ago when i couldnt sleep...
Imagination
The night is silent no more
What woke me I do not know
But a shadow falls under the door
Like the eerie form of a ghost
And the silence now broken haunts me
My dreams turn to evil once more
As i ponder and wonder
Oh who is the owner
Of shadow that slips to my door?
Is it phantom or madman or brigand that comes
In torture of night
My fear his delight
Does he smile and I worry
And laugh and I cry
The door slowly opens my death has arrived!
The air is still
The room is filled
With shadows lurking near
Darkness closing in on me and all that I hold dear
But now there is no evidence
Of any fiend or foe
In blink of eye
He vanishes
I know not where he goes...
The night is silent once more
What woke me I do not know
But a shadow falls under the door
Like the eerie form of a ghost...
what do you think~ feedback? i have an extended version with more violence and a battle for the persons soul somewhere... i should find that...
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