Now you see me,
now you don't.
You'd better pray,
and wish that you don't.
Ever so slowly,
I creep to your bed.
Waking you up,
and planting thoughts in your head.
Of death and of pain,
of loss and of heartbreak.
Amazing how I vanish sometimes,
before you have chance to wake.
Tonight your eyes will close,
and I will come again.
Maybe I'll stay longer;
when I leave, I don't know when.
Your eyes are open, child,
staring blankly at me.
Yet maybe the one you hear,
isn't the girl you see.
YOU ARE READING
Dreamless Nights.
PoetryA collection of poetry have written over the years, becoming more and more recent.
