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

Towards me;

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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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Eerie!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you... well I hope that was a yes! Thanks for dropping by.

Will, I just realised that by some strange omission, I haven't been "following you"... officially, that is. I can't imagine why, because I like what I have read.

Please accept my apologies, because you have always made an effort for me.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

A definite approval! You have captured the natural human fear of the night and the evil it conceals.

And thanks for the follow!


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

I liked it, Ian.

"strains against the the thin film" is pretty cool.

I have found some of your recently posted poems to be on a much higher level than this, but don't take that the wrong way. When I say much higher level, I mean on a level that few can rival.

You are powerful, effective writer, with a highly advanced grasp of language and vocabulary.

Your support means a lot to me, and I always jump to read your new hubs.

Up/awesome


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

And I, yours, Ben. Remember.

I was only twenty when I wrote this, and it was most probably one of the first five attempts I ever made.

I love language as, obviously, do you.


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BenWritings 5 years ago from Save me from, Tennessee

Your poems "chasm", "the last day" and your sonnet were all mind-blowing


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Wait till you read 'Before you go', or 'Semi' or 'Young Man in Black'... or 'I love your voice',

Then you can make a judgement.


Sunnie Day 5 years ago

Good Morning Twilight,

Yikes a bad dream I am thinking..very descriptive..I could picture being in the dark and feeling alittle spooked...so this was really good..envoked emotions. Thank you as always for showing us the brillance of your writing at such a young age.

Sunnie


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I'm happy to have kept up the pace, but I have been encouraged so much by posting on HP, and that is due to the kind comments that you and others have made.

Thank you, Sunnie.

Thank you, all.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I was wondering why did you write this? Were you really afraid of dark at some point? Or was it an exercise?


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

I like, "Stretches its oily fingers." This reminds me of my depression poems. That darkness that seeps in.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Svetlana, I don't think I have ever been afraid of the dark, but I am good at empathising. It wasn't an exercise prescribed by someone else; it was basically, I think, that I was bored rigid in Psychology lectures. I blame psychology for everything that has ever gone wrong in my life. I never understood a word of what they were trying to get across... Sorry Mr Kagi!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

You're right, Randy B. Darkness isn't just a lack of light; it is tangible, isn't it. We primitives must stick together. I'm sure that's how Mr and Mrs Cave-Person would have thought of it. And count me in on that one.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

Maybe that is why I felt it neither. Ian? afraid? No. I had to look at the image the second time to notice hands under the bed.

Fear is usually so overpowering, we might have trouble recongnizing other emotions, yet fear and anger! never. Those are crucial for our survival - because they signal danger. I almost finished the book "Loneliness", it was quite fascinating. Loneliness is a physiological indication - go back to the herd - you won't survive on your own. But to survive in the herd, you'd better be able to read the cues.

I love psychology, I find it interesting, but it is matter of preferences. Physics versus lyrics?

Real fear... is so horryfying.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I am scared of wild rats (but not domestic ones) and pigs.

Both these animals are intelligent; that may have something to do with it.

I had rats in my classroom, and they were lovely. They were a colour known as Champagne, and they were bright and sweet and affectionate. When I got them from the animal section of the London Schools Science whatever, I was advised against getting males. I was told that the males of the species are not nearly as intelligent as the females... sort of like humans, yes?


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

Twilight my description of fear is in my poem Subtle Spector. I use the term veil and you use thin film. Also our last lines are similar too.

My Mom put a rat trap near the kitchen counter cause she found teeth marks in an apple. I came home around midnight. A big grey rat was pinned at the neck but not dead. I had to shimmy to get past it with two feet between us. His eyes were red and actually seemed to glow in the near black. They followed me as I sidestepped past him. 28 years ago but still a vivid memory.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I'm going to read 'Subtle Spector' now. But in case I don't mention it; Thanks a lot for the food for nightmares you have just provided.


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Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

oh...sorry :)


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arb 5 years ago from oregon

Very nice! Darkness as you have noted, is not the absence of light else the blind would live in the black abyss of emptiness. Darkness is full of light, it appears black because it can not reflect the light. It is always searching for lights reflection and all the while, it lies within. Voted up and awesome


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Thank you very much arb... for the votes, which I really appreciated, but also that you came and read... You are always welcome. Please come again.


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Amanda Severn 5 years ago from UK

You're so good at conjuring up atmosphere with your poems. This poem sent me straight back into childhood, listening to all the eerie house noises, but too terrified to check them out in case there was something waiting for me in the darkness.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Hi, Amanda. I was never afraid of the dark, but when the lights went out and there was that ambient light from outside etc., I would be convinced that my dressing gown on the back of the door had changed... you can never trust dressing gowns, you know. Devious garments!

Thanks for coming and having a look around... there's a nicer "Night" one waiting for you, if you look.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I don't know about rats, I know that back in those days, horsemen preferred female horses. But this is not biology... or zoology, let's leave it.

I was trying to remember Orwell's "1984" and even though I don't remember that much, there is one passage that is hard to forget - when the regime was able to deliver the worst thing you are afraid of. That left quite an impression on me.

I am careful not to advertise the things that scare me - people sometimes knowing where to hit, might as well do it.

But having heard the stories about war, I don't think my fears are the worst ones. One thing I find completely inexplicable, yet uncontrollable is crying.

Once I had Daniel, there are moments when I start cry like I never cried before, I just well up and the intensity of the emotion is so high, there is nothing I can do - mostly those are happy tears, yet I wish I had more control. He had his first performance on stage "Cha Cha Cha" - the first part I could not even see - I was crying and was out of breath.

I am only telling you this because sometimes when we think "we know and we understand" - we don't really. Some of our inner wirings never had a chance to let us know - what is inside. (maybe this book "Loneliness" as well was too eye-opening, maybe I should write about it).

Still, fear, real fear - is completely paralyzing and horrifying. "The Horror! The Horror ' (from "The Heart of Darkness")

(I reread my comment, and it doesn't make too much sense, but since I have the internet access sort of sporadically, I hope you will understand what I was trying to say, if it sounds like ramblings, just delete it). Next time I will try to more coherent.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Actually, Svetlana, I like rambling. It's like conversation. Things that are too closely laid out are great, but I like the delving in and out.

I am off to the doctor's shortly. I haven't been able to speak since Saturday morning and I feel rough. But not as rough as I felt for most of Saturday.

My chest feels tight and very painful at times, but it is getting better so quickly that that makes me realise it's not too serious.


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kallini2010 5 years ago from Toronto, Canada

I hope you get better soon. I almost recovered - a night of dancing was great even though I thought I would be better to hide at home for at least another week - there is something about exercise and positive emotions that has a healing power.

I wish you a quick recovery as well and to have as much fun as you possibly can!


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

I'm glad you are going out and dancing... It's good for the soul. I used to dance a lot and felt wonderful, not just short term, but it had a really positive knock on effect.

Anyway, they've put me on antibiotics and an inhaler and told me that if it doesn't get better soon, they will put me on the stronger antibiotics that sorted it out last times.


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

No joy here either Ian, apart from the vivid image you have so skillfully elicited. Marvelous stuff.


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toknowinfo 5 years ago

You write too well. I hope I sleep okay tonight.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

Keith, when I read your comments on 'It is night 1', I thought, "Uh Oh!" poor chap thinks he is going to find a bit of continuity... These two were written at different times, and in different situations. Anybody can battle a phantom or an Incubus... loneliness is much more of a viscous enemy.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

TKI, I'm glad it worked, but I don't like to imagine that I have made you look in the wardrobe too many times before going to bed.

Try 'Good Night'... that's a poem for reading before you go to sleep.

Ian


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attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

Well 'it is night' 3 could have Miss World in it.


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Twilight Lawns 5 years ago from Norbury-sur-Mer, Surrey, England. U.K. Author

We're talkign about HubPages, 'Its is Night 3' not 'The Sun Page 3' which is an entirely different matter.

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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’

    And, ‘Sleep, my mind waits'

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