Terror in the Night
All is silent in the hollow of the night
Sitting here all wrapped in fright
The quiet eating at my very soul
As long as I'm here it will never be whole
The stillness brings the ghastly quivers
As the shutters bang I fill with shivers
The floorboards creak an eerie squeak
And I sit here wishing someone would speak
Frightening shadows cast by trees
Minions come to collect their fees
All my mind playing its game
Leaving me scampering in complete shame
Flailing frantically down the stairs
Headed off to find someone who cares
Sounds of studded shoes banging a beat
Attempting to scare what you can't defeat
Finally the bottom I have reached
Only to find it has yet to be breached
I'm still alone in the silents of the night
Wrapped in my blanket, sweating away the fright.
This poem was written by Joshua Pilger on Aug 08, 2007.
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This is really Good J.P, I've endured such imaginative moments. I've learned to label them as Stinking Thinking.
~PEACE OUT