Cradle shrouded black
Shadows as still as before
The rest was quiet.
But eyes were opened
Seeing things bouncing around
Lights flashing: on, off.
Creak of any door,
The skin flinches and alas...
There was no one there.
Hands now sweating less,
They crawled out from your pillow
And the light was back.
The screen was back.
YOU ARE READING
Everyone
PoetryThis book is a compilation of monthly poems, which will tackle mostly about the lives & personalities of different people. Whether my words or my characters are real or not, I believe this is worth sharing.
