Silence,
As loud as the roaring sea
Echo’s in my head
Seeing the darkness
With no discernible features
Fear,
Creeping quietly
And filling all the empty space
Nerve ends tinkling
Wonder when will I be dead
Thoughts,
Master or slave
Of a mind filled with dread
A knocking at the door,
Is it death?
Sounds,
Creating pictures
Of things which are not
Really there.
Covers pulled tight for safety
Movement,
A door knob slowly turns
While I lay on my bed
Mama save me
From the creatures in my head.
Comments
hey Eddie
I enjoyed reading this.
Barbara,
thank you.
Eddie
hi Eddie
It's a good thing such fears seldom turn from imagined to real. Enjoyed the read......stan