My English Verbal Poetry: Under the Wings of the Raven: 5. An Hour Pas Midnight
It’s about an hour past midnight
with many shadows and almost no light,
the cold, cold bedroom is closing on me,
I don’t know if it’s real what I see,
but my fear is pounding in my heartbeat,
all I hear is the clicking of my teeth
or does the sound comes out of the wall,
I guess maybe it’s nothing at all,
just a bad dream they call a nightmare
and still I’ve got this feeling of despair,
that nothing will save me now from this threat,
how hard I pull the sheets over my head,
the outcome has already been written,
once it takes you and once it has bitten,
all the present will then be the past,
I just hope, it won’t take long… at last.
© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
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