Dread approaches
By james a. galgano
The dread now hastily approaches beyond the shadows within time awaits.
Its sharpened claws gripping at drawn curtains with a hunger unabated
Where fear has hid beneath the blankets of unmade bed having anticipated
That blue moon would once again appear to reveal its so unfamiliar face.
Well traveled with scars of each often-connected descending blow or loving kiss.
That has made its mark and will once more as new sun arise sure tomorrow.
Offering all hope as in any advertisement filled with lies offering miracles or bliss.
But once temptation has led one to surrender all willing to beg, steal or borrow
It baits and switches what offered for facsimile what was promised but will never be.
Leaving only the lurking dread which now hastily approaches not so unexpectedly.