Author: Bench


The sound of crickets,
Although louder, harsher
By the narra tree
Outside my bedroom window.
Getting louder by the minute
And the sound gets into my head
Makes me crazy, scared.
They now sound like harsh breathing,
Deep and sinister,
Image of something black and slimy
With rows of sharp teeth and
Eyes that do not look like eyes.
The smell from the creature
Overpowers all that is decayed.
It watches me, ready to strike.
The bedroom window so open and inviting.
I have never prayed so hard.
Making me strong within
To ward the evil without.
Dawn was still far away...


Comments on this poem/writing:

luc ( -- Tuesday, May 20 2003, 11:46 am

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i liked the ending.. nice one
CrYsTaL ( -- Wednesday, May 21 2003, 04:35 pm


This one was extremely beautiful and sorrowful at the same time, I mean that way it all fell together. Perfect, wouldn't change a thing!
ashley nb ( -- Saturday, May 24 2003, 04:58 pm

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i loved it, it made my heart pound as if i were experiencing it. good job
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