Midnight Neighbors Poem by Amber Glistener

Midnight Neighbors

Rating: 5.0


The house is creaking in the night,
of that I am sure.
Underneath the floorboards are squeaking with no light,
A hypnotic kind of lure.

A song is sung that makes me cry,
too sad are the words of those who die.
I curl up in my covers close,
and sing them back a lullaby.

When they look at me with wonder,
I will look at them back and ponder.
The words that form on their silent lips,
I will answer for them in the night so crisp.

Tears drip down my face as I realize they cannot reply,
so I sing to them once more,
to love them as my neighbor,
for they are truly my midnight neighbors as I sing through the night.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Even though these sorts of things most people may not believe, you can only imagine what happens at night to some people. If they have midnight visitors who need a little lulling to sleep or comfort from the horrors that happened to them.
I got this material from a dream that I had about scared figures roaming about in the world, unable to speak to other people and how sad it was when nobody answered their songs.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kyra Schaneel 21 June 2012

I can not believe how realistic that sounds but I still will love it. :)

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