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Bed Time

Author’s Note:
This is one I did right before bed one night in April. I thought I had more to write on it, but nothing is coming forward yet. I’ll edit as necessary. In the meantime, I wanted to get it down so I wouldn’t lose it. I don’t know the artist on the image. If you do, let me know and I’ll be sure to give credit.

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I turn off the lights and slip under the covers of my bed.
Laying there staring at the night ceiling, I suddenly feel the claws of night rake down my back.
I scream, but no one hears my cries stream down my face leaving silver trails behind them.
The darkness creeps in and surrounds me with black tangles of waking nightmares.
I cannot breathe.


Will You Have Time?

Author’s Note:
This poem was rapidly put together (about 5 minutes) and I really haven’t edited it. It was on a scrap of paper and I’m filing those away, so I’m putting it here for the sake of having it at my fingertips to play around with later.

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Will you have time for me when I’m gone
when nothing is left but fading memories to carry on?
Will you look up and realize you are alone
And wonder what you could have possibly done?
Will you listen and not hear a sound
Wish that time could be rewound?
Will you plead and beg and cry
For just one more kiss goodnight?
Will you have time to miss me at all
Or will you still be behind your wall
Of television, jokes, games, and beer
The sacred things you do hold dear?
Will you have to miss me when I’m gone
And you wake up to realize you are alone?