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