Scared To Death Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Woken by the storm he lay in the still of darkness
Engulfed by the obscure black ink of his surround
A white flash momentarily jolted optical awareness
Followed by eerie silence, scored by a faint sound

Sightless eyes intently searched with wasted effort
Somewhere within the commune of his mind he fathomed
A probable cause… generated by a confounding culprit
Powerful uneasiness crept closer as his breath numbed

A suffocating rhythmic throb quickened and intensified
The man’s face felt the swelter of approaching doom
Clutching his blanket to his chest as fears multiplied
The pounding ceased… the room was as quiet as a tomb

2/18/08