Is that what I think it is?
Or is it something that exists?
I knew somewhere on where he sits...
Please stop and let me sleep.
Lurking behind my closet,
Hiding under my bed,
No where to run
Nor to hide.
Horror that lies within,
An endless dream without a grin,
Finally I woke up sitting,
Hope that I won't be sleeping.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Collections
PoetryJust my collections of poems... Feel free to read and copy though... But please, at least acknowledge me in those poems =^-^= Ideas? Suggestions? Please approach me by commenting or messaging me and I'll try to create or add your own poem =^-^=
