(938) Shadows After Midnight Poem by Melvina Germain
(938) Shadows After Midnight
I’ve made it through the day,
everything seems fine. My problems
only come in the evening time.
my head lay quietly to rest, put my
mind to the test.
Once the lights dim, the room begins to spin.
I’m sure there’s a ghost living within.
I hear the cracks and the creeks coming from
The floors. The blowing of wind filtering
through the door.
I hear rather loud voices not making any sense.
and the creaking of gates from the outside fence.
I need to get up to turn on the light.
My mind is now in a constant state of fright
A surge of light creeps under the door,
loud footsteps walking down the hall floor.
My mind says get up, but my body won’t move.
Black shadows are dancing, filling every groove.
The room is like a moonlit dreary dark night,
with shadows after midnight all in sight.
I hear the loud voices ring out once again,
only this time they’re calling out my name.
My mind confused, am I going insane?
My heart is beating oh so very fast,
How long will this fear over me last.
Suzanne, Suzanne it’s time to get up.
I opened my eyes, wiped the sweat from
My brow. A feeling of relief came over
me now.
Written: July 3,2007
Do you eat HaggenDaz before you go to bed? ...lol! But on a serious note, & one which Bill Jackson adroitly alluded to...Dreams are an enigma of our sleeping state-of-mind...Experts in the field have concluded that we address our worries & in our dreams...or they find us...but in either event, we attempt to find the way out, or resolve it...albeit all through threadings of surreal ambience.This is an excellent depiction in support of that theory...So my question now, must be: WHAT IN HELLS-BELLS DID YOU DO, MELVINA? ! lol! Great Work, indeed... FjR
Very nicley done, The imagery was fantastic, I could see every thought you have written in this one, and as everyone else has already stated, I to have felt this way myself once or twice. Again, very nicely done, and thanks for shareing. 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison
Mel, there are many stories I could tell you how I have frightened myself over shadows and found it so hard to go to sleep. Just as Andy said, the imagination going into overdrive. A nice haunting tale. A big big ten from me. Thanks for the direction and the sharing. David
Haunting story here mel.. But some times our imagination goes into overdrive when we are alone, noises and creaks and peoples voices which are outside but you swear are inside, the dead can do you no harm, its the ones still living you have to keep your eyes on mel...10
Oh, I know that feeling of which you speak! I, too, live in a vivid dreamworld, and although it's not as bad as it used to be, I used to have nightmares on a regular basis. Made it difficult to go to sleep at night wondering what demons I would encounter in my dreams. Must have been stress-related, as since I no longer have the stress, I no longer have the bad dreams. Hauntingly nightmarish piece of work, Melvina - love it! Linda
your poem was very haunting, creepy, unique, imagative, nightmarish, and beautiful. It totally set the dark and hollow mood. Absolutly Great Work! ! ! 10! ! !
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You have captured the disorientation of the unsettled mind struggling to deal with unresolved tensions while you want to sleep and then need to get up. Nicely done. Sincerely, William