The bed-sheets soak up my tears
As I fall asleep
At the closing of my eyes, out come my fears
Underneath the mirror of my fantasy, they creep
Shadows in the dark
Feelings in the deep
I fear that waking spark
As ghosts sing me to sleep
I catch a glimpse of the fires
Hollow screams of the dead
Coming from the bodies on the pyres
And from underneath my bed
Lay down next to me
Don't worry when I scream
Just close your eyes
And fall asleep for me
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. Every new part is a poem written by me. Every poem will have its own individual characteristics. I'm not keeping myself to any rules of poetry in terms of form and rhythm.
