My letterbox of supernatural entries.

The real dead poets society
are not those from a movie.
They are those unfortunate souls
yearning to be still
wanna be poets
whom use me
as some kind of medium-
an early morning portal entry
I am,
confronted by thoughts
not necessarily mine
as I lie asleep
I’m compelled
to write them down
in the late of night
to decipher the lines
in the early hours
of morning daylight.

Knock! Knock!
Who’s there?
Go away!
I need sleep!