Creep Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Creep
The hours
Hour after hour
The days
Day after day
The nights follow
Suit
The haunting bats
Cry eerie
Breaking the putrid
Silence
Sending trembling
That shakes
The walls and windows
Of the sleeping houses
Of the sleeping city.
The town drowses.
Wealth power the rest
Become irrelevant
And not just
Relative.

The whirring of the clock hands
Begins and continues
Furiously.

Till
As with every reign
The brunt and heaviness
Begin to weigh in
Favor of another reign
In to the solitudes of
The darkness.

On the lake sad Charon
plies
an empty boat of
no passengers
not even a shroud or
ghost.

For these
Be inland lamenting
Processions of
Flambeaux and
Singing.


The night drowses
Thinks sub-conscious
Reasons sub-conscious
Breathes sub-conscious

And around
The whispering of
Small night conspirators
In favor of a coming Beauty
And coming Dawn.
They whisper,
Whisper continually.