The rain pours down,
the night as black as coal.
Tree branches blowing
in the howling wind.
Tension runs high...
Looking out on this
I feel like someone's
With heart beating fast...
I run to lock up
Is my imagination playing
tricks on me?
Quickly closing the curtains....
I curl up on the sofa...
waiting, straining my ears...
listening for the sound.
I feel like eyes are..
watching my ever move.
I turn my mind to other
But... still I feel
someone's watching me.
it's just my imagination surely?
|Brilliant imagination Jess!|
28/08/12 (5:35) (report this comment)
|Creepy, very good poem. BB|
28/08/12 (2:08) (report this comment)
|nice one jess these nights sure are drawing in lets the imagination work over time hu xxxxx|
27/08/12 (22:28) (report this comment)
|Mike... thanks for the laugh.
Pelequin I will read it.
27/08/12 (20:39) (report this comment)
|A brilliant piece :)|
by Patrick Madden
27/08/12 (20:33) (report this comment)
|:P at mike ...good poem moody and atmoshpheric...have you seen my poem "a creak upon the stairs"?|
27/08/12 (20:13) (report this comment)
|Its that bugg*r Pelequin in his Batman outfit!!|
by mike green
27/08/12 (20:04) (report this comment)
With the night drawing in...
the imaginatition does run wild.
27/08/12 (19:56) (report this comment)
|A little scary, but well thought through
we done again. I like most people have that being followed feeling now and then.....malcolm|
27/08/12 (19:51) (report this comment)
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