Come home,
homework done,
eat,
sleep,
can't sleep.
Dreams disrupted by screams,
ended by whispers.
Dreams turned into
nightmares.
Get up,
shower,
to school,
and back.
Do homework,
eat,
go to bed.
Windows closed, to open.
Doors open, to closed.
The sheets pulled away
from me,
my alarm clock turned off,
a whisper in my ear.
Windows close,
doors open once again,
Sheets let go,
Light seen from the electric clock,
and silence all around.
Sleep,
shower,
get up,
eat,
School.
Walk back,
study,
eat,
sleep.
Whisper in my ear,
"I'm back."
Nightmares,
with murder,
with forests,
with witches
and
swords.
Get up,
shower,
eat,
school.
Walk back,
homework,
eat,
sleep.
I live alone.
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So an easy poem written in about five minutes or so. And if you haven't guessed yet, spectrophobia is the fear of ghosts.
~liquidmoonlight74/Olympusaddict
YOU ARE READING
Darkest Times
PoetryYou might not have a difficult life, but millions of others do. They might seem like they're alone, but they're not. The darkest times of our lives are the ones that will stay with us forever.
