Under the Wings of the Raven: 5. An Hour Past Midnight

Door Rudi L gepubliceerd op Monday 03 October 10:17

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

 

A poem out of my Collection 'Under the Wings of the Raven', a set of 16 Poe-ish Poetry Poems.

Narrated version: https://soundcloud.com/rudi-lejaeghere/an-hour-past-midnight

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