In the dead of night,
I hear rustling bushes,
The whispering of the wind,
and crack of twigs.
He's coming.
They're coming.
Though, I can't see them.
Where are they come from?
The wind blows harder, more forceful.
Thunder rumbles in the distance.
Lighting lights the midnight sky.
Foot steps show in the white snow.
A knock at my door.
I know this can't be happening,
I must be dreaming,
This is all too surreal.
Watching with frightful eyes.
What will happen?
There is a shadow at the door,
it walks away.
Haunted.
I am haunted...
Then I wake up.
No, I'm not haunted...
My dreams are...
Hi Brooke - This is so so exciting! V 1 & 2 The dead of night and a visitation form invisible creatures. V 3 & 4 Their presence is hightened by wind - thunder - lightening - footsteps in the snow and the ubiquitous knock on the door. Excellent structure - excellent content. The tone changes - you begin to question the reality of your experience. The aparition comes and goes 'Then I wake up - and the situation is resolved'. It is your dreams that are haunted - not your life. Glad you escaped the Moonsters Brooke. A lovely story encapsulated in a lovely poem - it deserves a TEN, Love you in Poetry - JOHN.
Foot steps show in the white snow. nice and interesting surrealistic story poem 10
Thank God, it was just a dream, well-penned poem and a very good start for you, keep it up, you got my well-deserved vote,10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OOOOHHHHH I like thz one! ! its soo spooky! but reeaally guld. i scorew it a awesome keep writing kind of TEN! ! ! 10++++