Untitled Word of the Day Poem #25

***Please note that I am not feeling like this now. ****
Silence
sharp
enveloping
blankets the room
shadows
black as sin
creep around the bed
under
along the walls.
Huddled beneath the blankets
afraid to even breath
monsters
they hide not in the closet
not beneath the bed
locked deep in my head.
Unable to move
wrapped
frozen with fear
small gasps
praying
hoping 
fingers crossed
they will not know I am there.
I have fled
run from
the darkness that bides
within
mind and soul
where it came from
how it stays
I do not know.
Each time the monsters come closer
they devour…..
my being
my confidence
my very existence
until
I am no more.
Feb. 28/19

False Idol

Mirror on the wall
tell me true
am I the fairest in the world
or is it just an illusion
smoke and mirrors
so none can see my faults?
Behind languid smile
eyes bright with hazy dream
vast black
empty
void
space
where hearts once lived.
Now
only grief.
Leave me be
shrill
gasping
screaming shrew
let me live…..
within this fantasy.
Watch…..
I walk down aisle
all turn to look
uncertain why
they are drawn
magnatized to my being.
They do not see
imps
demons
devil’s spawn
tempting
teasing
seducing mind
with images of non-existence.
Black shadows
oozing 
sluicing down walls
twining
dancing around 
unwary souls.
Wondering you are
who I may be?
Call me
Lilith
Jezebel
Harlot of the sea.
Who I am 
matters not.
It is who you….. 
see me to be…..
want me to be…..
that matters.
 
Feb 27/19