It Is Night 2
The light burns overhead
But gives no peace
For the blackness outside my closed door
Strains against the thin film
Of my lighted room.
Stretches its oily fingers
Fingers that will crush me
At a sign.
I turn my back,
And the thin silk of my safety
Will be torn;
Without a sound.
And into my room;
Sliding across the floor;
Slithering across the walls,
With the light retreating before it,
Will come the blackness to engulf me.
And I am afraid.
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Gentle reader, please note. This was written when I was twenty
This was written when I was twenty, so please be gentle with it. It is experiencing the first light of day for many years, and the light might just hurt its tender little eyes.
It is a poem which was written at the same time as two others, which I have also published on HubPages.
I would love you to have a look at them.
They are: ‘It is Night 1’