Graveyard

Freeverse

They walk towards me

and away

from left to right,

right to left,

creating foreboding, in silence.

It happens every time

like images of rhyme,

visible silent words -

right to left, left to right

at night towards me and away -

creating that foreboding.

I know they'll be here,

in this shortcut,

the way I take to my cottage.

So strange what fear will do,

such foreboding.

Images master the mind.

(Jul 2022)

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this such a good creepy.
Like the Raven outside Poe's door.
the words lurk in the shadow of our mind...
until we get to our grave, we will write...
we have to.

Here is an appropriate Bee Gees song to fit this poem...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Xm6QkqF_d8