Midnight

Go to sleep..

 

 

            Jane started her first night walks when she was three.

            She woke drenched in sweat that was not hers.

            Why this happened was a complete mystery.

            Always oblivious to my whispers.

 

            She walked out of bed in a trance,

            Crept to my door like a dance.

            She pushed my door slowly open

            To find me uncomfortably awoken.

           

            She ran to my side in frightened haste

            And whispered her breath into my face,

            which had a very disturbingly familiar taste,

            Of my dead wife's underwear lace.

 

            I immediately jumped back in nervous fear

            When she pierced me with a scared adolescent stare.

            I asked her, What’s wrong my dear?

            She pointed to the bathroom and said, Mommy's in there.

           

            She took me by the hand out of my room

            Completely unconscious I did assume.

            I believed Jane and I were both in a dream

            when under the bathroom door came a cloud of steam.

 

            Jane looked up at me with clouded eyes

            And they told me to push open the door.

            The images I saw were not those of lies

            They were those of tremendous, crimson gore.

Author's Note

Here is a poem i wrote in a Burger King bathroom

Reviews

[Tennessee]

I would f*****g love to read the graffiti written on the walls of that Burger King bathroom. Sick, in many ways. I can see it unfolding before my eyes. Not bad kid, I like it.

[Miranda Richard]

Interesting poem setting....lol. Nice rhyming pattern, a stunning piece!

[Chadvonswan]

THank you!!

[ZackOfBridge]

This was an eery poem Max

[Chadvonswan]

I tried to convey the sense of ears, yes