As I lay awake and listen to the clock
A world of noise that just doesn't stop
Shadows of figures that rummage through the night.
Trying to keep up with their makers in the light.
Story's of creatures fill my head.
While I Grasp so tightly to the sheets of my bed.
All of the sudden a light so bright.
I realize then it can not be night.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem