26 August 2012
A quiet rustle-thump
In the dark
Can spark
So many thoughts;
Cold shiver,
Sweaty palms,
A montage of
Every horror film
You've seen,
With your worst
Nightmares, dreams,
Thrown in,
Quickly skips
Through your
Memory,
You select which
Terror it
Could be:
Ghost; thief;
Killer; zombie;
Don't fret,
Just press
Your eyes shut,
Hide under
The covers;
They'll never
Look there.
Or failing that,
Turn on the lamp,
All the fears
Fade in the
Amber glow
Of a bedside
Lampshade.
Maybe from
Now on
You could sleep
With the
Light on?
Night Terror • Opuss № I