An old poem of mine in tribute to Paranormal Activity

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

Enjoy, and sleep well- if you can...

Sleep If You Can

Here as I lie in
the dead of the night,
concealed by my blanket
to ward off the fright
of creaking and squeaking
and groaning floorboards,
I relish my fear like
the gold a man hoards.
Alone in my home,
by myself do I wait.
I love it, I loathe it,
I cheer it, I hate!
I hear something creak
on the stairway below,
then something beside me
just whispers "Hello..."

© 2009 Steven A. Hessler
All Rights Reserved

[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. My dear Prisoner_Number_Six!

Ooh, I love it! The meter, the rhyme, all of it!

Sorry, sweetie, but it doesn't scare me at all...

And you're just in time to see mine:

http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x9105399

:hug:

[Callalily]

2. Great poem!

I think we've all felt this way, awake in bed, listening to the house noises, wondering if evil is coming up the stairs, but intellectually knowing that these thoughts are nonsense, while the heart is still beating in fear.