Fear And Lurk

The spider outside my door
lies in wait on a night like this.
I see his shadow, not moving,
on the wall. So still.

The tiger inside my door
lies in wait for the weak who fall.
I hear him him sleeping,
but I'm not fooled into dreaming
no more.

I might as well be blind
if I don't like what I see;
and I may hear nothing
when the music is for me.



Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2009-06-06 at 07:03

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
this is..interesting

I like the end stanza

~L.~
2009-06-19