the night languorous?
she thought it absurd
nights have only ever been dark and dangerous
the creaking of the floor could suddenly be heard
who could it be, at this very night?
she hesitantly stood up and got out a light
the source seemed to be just a few steps ahead
and yet she could see not a soul there in its stead
is this but a dream or is it not?
could the footsteps of the past arrive at this exact spot?
she had a dreary feeling in her heart
after less than a moment in a knot
she then remembered
and she could suddenly see the ghost of herself
and of everything she ever used to be
when she still had the calming and soft ring of her most treasured bell
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
