Wide-Eyed in the Dead of Night

Never take the word "paranoia" lightly. It may just leave you "wide-eyed in the dead of night"...

Wide-eyed in the dead of night,
Surrounded by
Pallid darkness
Yet still, she's granted sight,
Wide-eyed in the dead of night.

Fear growing,
Like the sun’s awaking light,
That will never
Again be seen
By a girl so shaken

With such fright,
Wide-eyed in the dead of night.

Teeth clenched,
Securing helplessness in bite,
She sits,
She waits,
For his empowering height,
Wide-eyed in the dead of night.

Heart racing,
She shivers,
And can’t part wrong from right,
While so scared,
So lost,
Wide-eyed in the dead of night.

Author's Note

This poem was somewhat inspired by Steven King's The Stand. It was to be as if I were looking at and describing Nadine Cross, but my own emotions were wrapped in the piece as well.
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Reviews

[Legion]

Very well done. Makes you want to wake up even if you aren't sleeping. And I loved that book by the way. One of the few Stephen King novels I could "stand". Pardon the pun. That and "The Dead Zone".

[Kitty Forzaken]

This is awesome!!!
I love it so much!

Nicely penned/written my friend..

[John Stussy]

In my times of paranoia, all I have to remember is my guardian angel, and I am quite safe. I call her, and we talk over the phone, and everything is alright once again. If I can't be brave for myself, I can be for her. Great poem though.

[Partha]

Paranoia. Indeed. I am not to take it lightly after reading this creepy poem! very effective.