Thursday 6 December 2012

Poetry of the Day

Did I dream you up?
Do these illusions keep you alive?
Do you feed off these dark thoughts and delusions?

I'm tired of the things that creep out during the dark,
when it's not light enough to see sneaky corners (I know how those skeletons like to hide away).

Know that those bones wake me, keep me, and rattle me.
And it gets so hard to see in the dark.