The dark circles under my eyes
if i tell you you'll laugh inside
If i tell you'll call me a freak
cause each and every night i can't sleep
why you may think
ask the creature
that taps my window
each and every night
its long narrow finger, slender and straight
finding it way to my window pane
it returns each night
and stays till dawn
tapping all night, the horrid sound piercing my mind
I can't see its face, only the shadow of its head
cracks in the window glass
a dirty nail that taps
it says nothing, not a word
but taps and taps my window
i tell those i know, they just laugh
but every single night the creature wins our little fight
and finds it way to my window at night.
YOU ARE READING
Creature outside my window
PoetryA poem about a creature that stalks me every night.