Have you ever hid in a corner while night ran barefoot down your hall.............
Have you ever hid in a corner
and imagined the night
ran barefoot
down your hall?
Perhaps it was as frightened
of the hours
and what would happen
before morning chose
to speak
as much as you.
Did you find that you were frozen
by the silence
yet still remained puzzled
in the knowledge
that a mere sound
should be the very thing
you fear the most?
Have you ever decided
not to check under your bed
then later wished you had so badly
because you could taste
fear's own breath?
Did it ever occur to you
what is under there
in the first place
may be just as afraid of you?
I like it! It gives as new meaning to the night and how eary and frightning it really can be. I love the way you use personification throught the poem.
"perhaps it was as frightened of the hours....."
I honestly do like it! Keep up the good writes Neva!
I've always loved the dark. If there is a little light in my room I can't sleep. This was a really gripping write, Neva. You wrote it with so much honesty. Imagery was raw. loved it.
What a great perspective. I always wonder what's under the bed LOL (but haven't checked in years.. .honest!) Your writing gets better and better Neva. Keep it up!
There is no way of rationalising a fear of the dark, but it`s a fact of life for many, mainly in childhood. That the effective remedy is to make the `demons` just as afraid sounds good to me, Neva. Good job. P.
It's interesting to think that the dark might be afraid of US. Perhaps that is why it hides away within the corners of the smallest places. Ingenious thinking! I never would have thought of this, merely its opposite: being afraid of the dark.
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