NIGHT TERROR 1
My wife wakes me up,It's sometime after four.
"There's someone at the door",
No I say go back to sleep.
Apart from her breathing,
I cannot hear a peep,
No Dawn breaking.
No birds awakening,
From there sleep.
There's a stillness
in the air:
That let's them slumber.
Then I start to wonder,
As I've never wondered
before. What was it
That came a knocking,
Before the day was dawning.
While my body's yawning,
Still tap tap taping at my door.
I look carefully wondering,
Forever more. Wide awake,
No longer asleep.
not wishing to peep,
While slowly opening,
My creaking door.
My throat is dry,
It's no wonder why.
As I rasply croak out,
The words I don't wish to say.
After hearing that anonymous,
Tap tap tapping at my door.
Before the day has dawned;
" who is it ? "
I cry for lack of sleep ,
As my mind recoils and weeps.
An answer comes back,
That I didn't expect, "It's only me,
Edgar. Those bloody ravens won't
let me sleep ".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-20 at 00:23
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