The CreekA Poem by Frederick P Samson
Like a mist on an either lake
I haunt you through the day You twist from a dreary ache As I taunt you from the shade Anxious in your chest A whisper in the distance I crank up your unrest As I linger in your existence I’m the chill that’s in your bones When you sit at home at night That uneasy feeling your not alone As I watch whilst out of sight I lie in wait for you to sleep Til’ when your least aware Then it’s time for me to creep As I creek upon each stair My shadow drifts across the wall A silhouette that claws the air Distorted as it hits the hall A freak that lifts your hair Unconscious you don’t know this What leaking through your door I push it open, you won’t notice As I sneak my way towards I leer at your bedside You shiver as it turns cold Fear runs through your mind Like an icy river through your soul I scratch the dreams from your head To revel in your nightmare I latch onto the streams of all your dread As I bathe in them whilst I stare I stay until the light breaks But in the shadows I do remain I wait in lay for night to take When I can Creek my way to you again. © 2020 Frederick P Samson |
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Added on January 2, 2020 Last Updated on January 2, 2020 AuthorFrederick P SamsonHartlepool, United KingdomAboutI work in the construction industry but of late have felt compelled to write. more..Writing
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