The Stars are Mine

Mm, yeah. A quick poem. Not sure what type it is. Tried to ghostwrite sylvia plath, but then it morphed into my style

i'm only afraid at night,
at the special time, when my night light flickers,
dies out.
not so warm or bright anymore

i'm scared of the shadows that slither around my bed,
the monsters that creak the floor
and peer around my bedcovers.
pierce, glare, stare at me.

i'm scared of the skeletal hands that caress my windows,
and the leaves that whisper my name,
to come join them, in their nighttime glory.

i'm only scared at night, where all my worst fears 
appear.

Author's Note

Hm, yeah. I just, idk. This was something I wrote a while ago. And haven't really messed with for a while. Any and all feedback is welcome :]

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

I like it .. it is a good poem of some of our frights at night.
i like the line...at the special time when my night like flickers.. makes me think this
is the time for the 'monsters' to arrive.

Chloe