The Lullabies That Keep Me Sane [A Compilation of My Poems]

'Its' Presence

                                                                   Its Presence.

The way it sauntered across the room

And hovered above my skin in the damp,

 suffocating,

 thick,

 air of night

Teasing the hairs on my arm that stood up with its presence

How it whispered for me to awaken

Then continued to creep along my neck and to the window

                      Where the curtains billowed strangely and my window creaked open

And it sucked me with it

I

   looked

                 below

To the  

        street,

            lit up

The roots of a tree reached out of the ground and wrapped themselves around the trunk until the tree’s branches became limp and hung, weeping.

And a stream of crimson trickled into the rusty sewer not far away

“What do you want!?”

I yelled, estranged at the gruesome sight

I struggled to see it, to hear it

To feel it

                                                    And then I did

“I told you many times before” It menaced, “And I’ll tell you again”

And with that it I jolted upright into the whistling shriek of my ears screaming,

“But Alas, No more!”

And the piercing, loud sound hung in the air for a moment, sinking in, ringing about for a bit.

And then, just like that, it was snatched away and vacuumed back into the parallel of my dreams

And I proceeded to the sink where I splashed my face with cold water and pondered…

Sometimes, even parallels, can seem to follow our path of life way too closely that we begin to become them.