BOO! Do you wake up deep at night? And sleepily go to wash your face But when you look up in the mirror Behind you, is there another face? A single old man in broad daylight Lingers daily, near the local grave yard You want to help, really you do But you can’t see his shadow, try however hard Does the ordinary plant outside your house Look monstrously evil during a storm? It’s the same old leaves and branches you’ve seen But have their intentions taken a different form? A lonely stretch of the gravelly road Is that something that creeps you out? Especially when a sinister car approaches And the driver doesn’t seem to be about A simple lemon and few chilies strung together Does that make you break your stride? Are you conscious not to step that combination Because of the dangers that it might hide? When your computer snickers to life on its own Even when your fingers are far away Do you feel a little lonelier in the room? And think that the machines are here to stay? The crow has been at your window all day And just doesn’t seem to want to leave Is he really an angel of darkness? Will there soon be an incident to grieve? A solitary window chattering alone Doesn’t really deserve a second glance? But when it’s coming from an abandoned building Do you climb the stairs and take a chance? A neighbor, who you seldom see Has always a strange case in his hand There are red drops streaked around the openings Do you still really believe he plays in the band? A cat’s mournful mew has always something That’s guaranteed to raise the proverbial hackle Do you secretly feel the little one has seen something? That you are completely ill equipped to tackle? On your weekend retreat near the country Do you chat up the scarecrow on the farm? Just hoping that if things change for the worse He will cast a kinder eye and cause you no harm But at the end of it all, do you really dread That little prodding voice that speaks in your head Which sometimes can whisper things so evil You can scarcely repeat what was said We all have our fears to conquer And explore the places to which we have never been I just hope it doesn’t put a dampener on your spirits That I stopped this poem on paragraph thirteen
Posted on: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 08:33:32 +0000
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