11. But Sleep...not yet!!!

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Edgar Allan Poe

I hear it scratching on the attic floor,
yesterday, it was still behind the wall,
sometimes, I think it’s all in my head,
the sound that clatters in my chamber.

Then, in the corner of my eyes I see
fingers that stretch and reach for me,
eyes in the dark, a mouth wide open,
rows of teeth like knives that cut.

It whispers something I can't explain,
slippery words that look like snakes,
in bed I search between the drapes,
I close my eyes but sleep… not yet.

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing verbal poetry and written tale. In the night. The mind can wander to bad and dangerous places. Thank you Rudi for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Sometimes our mind and imaginations are making things even more scary than it really is, only because it's dark or night. Thanks for reading and reviewing, John. :) Rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. In the night. The imagination can come alive and you are welcome.