Early Hours

Early Hours

A Poem by Sophia

It's in the early hours.

When you can't sleep.

And you feel numb.

There's shadows everywhere.

There's something in the corner.

You refuse to look at it incase it's real.

You're afraid.

You feel something touch you're back.

Small light feather touches.

Is it a pillow?

 

© 2015 Sophia


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It's nice! I just wish you can go on and on up to some length before you stop.

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Kauntan?, No idea yet., Malaysia



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