Silent Sweeper

Silent sweeper creeping nearer

In the lightless room behind my door

Ere the foreboding of this silent creeper,

With my searing pangs of draining torment

And crippling grappling for safety by my door,

The lightless room did not seem so dark

And lightlessness had no effect on me

Just this once it comes past my door

Upon me with gripping intent

My senses keen, but not my sight

As I layed with my eyes shut tight

Thither there and thither here

By night it may be in the lightless room

A shape against the walls

Thither here and thither there

About the floor, aloft, behind my door

It may be waiting or it may be elsewhere

Reviews

[S A Grant]

Another wonderful and somewhat intense read. While I greatly enjoyed this one the flow kept throwing me off slightly as to how this should be read. The rhyming pattern is a little all over the place and alot of very similar words in strange places also added to the confusion. Having said that there really is some beautiful wording in there too. You got a great piece.. all it needs now is some tightening up :D

[W. R. Croatt]

Cool. Thanks so much! I absolutely love getting criticism from people. It honestly helps a lot.