Skeletons In The Armoire
By Lone Poet
Why am I so afraid of stuff, unknown skeletons that lurk in my closet? What monster follows my tired head alone in bed at night, as I dare not doze? but puffy eyes are open wide, peace knows only perfect slumber no fleecy white sheep come to graze here, no hops sprinkled under the pillow as terror binds me up, suffocating inside, I hide my falling sour teardrops out of sight, going out of my mind, anticipating, lost in the power of darkness growing anxious by the longest hour, all I can see is terror stalking me, slowly calls my name in a hazy shadow, talking to myself and feeling crazy downstairs I go, perhaps to write a sad poem, to get my mind off these things that scare me wondering what reality tomorrow may bring, I long to hear a sweet, cheery morning sing and bathe in sunlight's delicately warm rays waiting for my demons to all go away, vanquished by the wish of a brand new day; so glad I've made it home at last looks like everything's going to be okay, if only for now, my troubles can stay buried in the past (c) 9/00 SmSI have so many skeletons in my closet, they are turning into dust bunnies. lol Written February 16th, 2002 © on Feb 16 2002 12:00 AM PST, Sheryl Marcia Schwartz 18 • 12 • 1
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