A brief ping
in a silent night
something seen when everything
was out of sight
this fear that makes me cower
under this blanket white
shall again make me peep over
it so that i don't sleep tonight
a recurring yet isolated ping,
silent fluttering of some birds wing
now this ill omened bark that i hear
seems to haunt the very air
oh wish i could sleep
but these sounds won't let me
if i were a child i would weep
and sleep hugging my mother deep
but my childhood was something i couldn't keep
Memories of the past. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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Piece of elegance with rendition of words to utmost justice. Sinister shadows inherent in nightmares are aptly captured in the poem. Thanks for sharing.