Lights flicker in the room, blending with outsider black snow
Noises knocking in the window--is it the wind's blow or a crow?
A blizzard piles outside the door, as the hysteria grows and grows
The bed's made a creak sound; something above, something below?
Steaming mug cupped in fingers is a high, so liberating
Still the suspicion Jeeters and grinds teeth, as more Things're being eliminated
The shadows' hoax is exhilarating, irritating, unwilling to liberate it
Of the creatures in the dark corners, that patiently have been awaiting.
What of the hoarse whispers, scratching the trees' core?
Pounding the door's knob, gouging under the floor
The shudder in my hands' not enough--pour me more, pour me more
Until my body shuts down and perceive, I can't do anymore.
And once the lights turn normal, what shall be behind my back?
There's no sound left to hear, what if it's hiding in the shack?
Waiting to pounce an attack, nails digging anxiously its bag
Till all is over and done with, and my vision has turned all black.
Whatsoever lies inside or out, my alertness will not take the risk
My stomach churns aghast and sick, yet my feet are ever so quick
'Here lies the neighbors' worry' I'll say, as they're all dragged in their sleep
If I survive to tell the tale, that I got the best of paranoia, or paranoia, got the best of me.
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- Publicado: 10 de agosto de 2021 a las 15:17
- Categoría: Gótico
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Comentarios2
Me encantó!!! Intenso y profundo..
Saludos cordiales..
Jaz🍷🌹
Muchísimas gracias Jaz!! Me llena de tanta alegria que te haya gustado.
Saludos, amiga poeta.
Artemisa ♍️
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