Shadow

Look at these bedroom walls.

I think I may have saw something alarming in the middle of the night, 

my palms were sweating and my arms were weak with the sight I've seen 

I was swatting at the shadows stretched across the length of my bedroom, 

and the bedspread shifts with every little outstretched finger of the monsters

I wondered when their anger and pain would stop, so they wouldn't have to hide

from the world and the cruel aspects thereof, and so they wouldn't take it out on me 

I swat some more, I foam at the mouth, and perhaps I screamed in the thick of night, 

hoping they would get off of me and the walls for I didn't much like the decoration

I was shaking in my flesh and bones, they rattle in the way of a nervous wreck, 

and the room was adorned with that of the sun and light, and it was finally day 

No more shadows.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Lovecraft]

I enjoyed it, but you should separate the lines more. Reminiscent of childhood fears such as a fear of the dark. Then again Shadow cannot exist without light but Light too banishes Shadow.

It has a somewhat "dark" edge to it, which I like. I'm extremely fond of dark and/or violent poetry, especially as it pertains to Human Nature. I can also relate to the basic anxiety inherent within us all. You might say Anxiety is my Dark Passenger, My Fellow Traveler. ;)

Nice work, Richard. I "implore' you to go darker though, where the mind fears to tread. ;)