Hazey under indigo light.
The most I can say
is that I’m in my own space
under my duvet.
Short on details,
I get a line of sight
from the corner.
Someone’s just standing by the closet.
I want to say anything
but I rouse no sound.
The figure shuffles,
mumbles and begins to take one
belabored step
towards me.
I want to get out,
but my muscles barely twitch.
As it’s foot hits the ground,
it bounds over my head
like a tiger.
I want to close my eyes,
but I’m transfixed.
I come to
and it’s 5:18 AM.
Sleeping sure does
take a lot out of you.
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I am not much of a poet. Your imagery here is quiet vivid.
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Thanks so much for reading! 😊
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Great poem! Simple yet powerful!
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Thank you for reading 😁
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