Dark Things 1 - A Poem

Just a little work-in-progress...Let me know what you think. Always after critique!

Dark Things 1

Lying on a bed of black roses,

Arms crossed,

And pennies over my eyes,

I wait.

Wait for the pumpkin sun

To fade behind the skull moon.

Shadows grow longer

(Like the ones inside my mind)

And stretch to nothing -

Swallowed, eventually,

By the impenetrable darkness.

The Darkness, my one true friend -

Hiding, in that fathomless black,

All manner of secrets,

All manner of Things.

Things that creep around my bed,

Lurk in my closet,

Writhe in the furthest recesses of my mind...

Maybe They know

That we are the same.

Maybe They sense

That I am unafraid.

An abrupt stinging pain in my heart

Suddenly grows more fierce -

Like a talon squeezing

All the life out of me,

And In my agony, I am forced to wonder:

Do They want me to join them?

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Copyright: Cory Eadson, 2012