Night

A little poem but late for Halloween" Anyways how I feel sometimes when the darkness draws in!

 

Night

The night that little slice of fear

darkness claws out as paranoia draws near

shivers like needles under my skin

images of ancient an evil resides within

my heart is pounding as I strain to see

shadows cascade ebbing and flowing then cease to be

I ask myself is someone there?

A shape in the distance as I harden my stare

a sigh and relief as ~I gain my composure

the room seems familiar now like a camera's exposure

to end the blackness and the demons lies

I await the morning's dawn for the sun to rise

 

◄ Sanity or calamity?

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 6th Nov 2018 15:11

Like the rhythm and thyme..keep them coming..always the right time for good poetry💕

Big Sal

Tue 6th Nov 2018 14:17

Like an epitaph torn from a wall in "The Walking Dead" or another horror show. Kinda reminded me of "Saw" with the camera line.

Nicely done, even late Halloween poems are worthy of being read year-round. (I say that so my own will stay relevant😅)

Nice one Daemon.👍

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