Waking

Waking

A Poem by silverlocket
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An old poem I found in a draw. I think it came from wondering round an old, dilapidated house when I was small.

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The house is quiet, here
as I avoid the glass,


Dark and warm;
a womb of sorts.


                            (I haven’t moved, you see
                                                      for the longest time)


And the        spiders        have       had      their      babies

in              between my eye     lashes.


here
    in     the
                                        blistering rain,
                   an eye

although        wind      
               the          still          reaches

                     me,


The wind that sounds like rapping.


And although it may just be a tree,
                                             (an olive branch, perhaps),


this time there is someone
outside my window pane.


Rap,
Rap,
rapping on my glass. 

I know they see me, here
amongst the dirt and dust,

They can,
see me,
see,
me


so, I’ll keep, waking


with
       my
             eyes 


                       sh
                          -sh-
                               sh-
                                 
 sh-
                                                              ut.

© 2016 silverlocket


Author's Note

silverlocket
woowe not really sure what I wanted to achieve here!

As ever please please tell me what I can do to improve!!

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Now just playing around! Love that you can move the structure around!

Posted 8 Years Ago


This poem is kinda fun to me (I guess I'm weird)

For the last three lines I guess you're doing a ritardando... and I feel that some little tweaks would do the trick

They can see me, see, me
so I'll keep waking...
With...my...eyes...
sh-sh-sh-sh-ut.

Posted 8 Years Ago


silverlocket

8 Years Ago

Ahah noo, I was trying to create a kind of fun/creepy/naive sort of thing, so I'm glad you think tha.. read more
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Gee
Lines 7 and 8 made my skin crawl, ugh, hate spiders. Again you have me stumped....

Posted 8 Years Ago


silverlocket

8 Years Ago

Ugh I know, made me squirm writing it down... And don't worry, was mainly just playing around with w.. read more

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Added on September 27, 2016
Last Updated on November 17, 2016
Tags: poetry, horror poetry, horror story, nightmare

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silverlocket
silverlocket

Brighton, United Kingdom



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