Tap, tap, tap.What was that?
Did I dream it? Was it real?
It's gone now. No sound is heard.
'cept for the ever louder thumping of my heart.
Now I'm up with wandering thoughts. In midnight's darkness, my thoughts get lost.
Perhaps its a dream, I'll test it with a high pitch scream.
And if someone comes into this darkness, my thoughts shall compile and try to make sense of this.
What if its my mom who is always calm. Creeps open my bedroom door to take a peek. Her piercing eyes can always find me.
But it can't be, for she is gone. Six months now since the fatal storm.
Tap, tap, tap. Who is that?
Its not a dream, for my body sweats and now I sit in my wet bed.
I scream! But no sound is heard.
For its my mom, with piercing eyes, every night, she asks, "Sweetie, are you alright?"
I answer back, in a calm, soft voice, "All good mom, I love you, good night."
In hopes she will leave, as I tremble, in a stone cold fright.
Good Night!
Constantine 2023
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In Shadows They Hide - Poetry Devoted to Darkness and Fear
HorrorA collection of dark poems relating to Darkness, Fear and the Unexplained in attempts to thrill you! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed conjuring!
