5. An Hour Past Midnight

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Edgar Allan Poe

It’s about an hour past midnight

with many shadows and almost no light,

 

the cold, cold bedroom is closing on me,

I don’t know if it’s real what I see,

 

but my fear is pounding in my heartbeat,

all I hear is the clicking of my teeth

 

or does the sound comes out of the wall,

I guess maybe it’s nothing at all,

 

just a bad dream they call a nightmare

and still I’ve got this feeling of despair,

 

that nothing will save me now from this threat,

how hard I pull the sheets over my head

 

the outcome has already been written,

once it takes you and once it has bitten,

 

all the present will then be the past,

I just hope it, it won’t take long… at last.

 

 

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

25/09/2014

Author's Note

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree with your words and I enjoyed this poem.
"the outcome has already been written,
once it takes you and once it has bitten,"
One bitten, once lost. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and verbal poetry..
Coyote

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thanks, John, glad you liked it. :) rudi

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome Rudi.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Great play on words and images

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Thank you, Cherrie, glad you liked it. :) Rudi