Wooden floors,
Leading stairways into dark rooms
I was always afraid.
Faked bravery in my walk,
Bravado in each step.
But I should have known.
I saw your shadows by candlelight
Your lover whispering warnings
Making nightmares of my dreams.
Pale sheets hovered towards me
Outlines and semblances of living sleep
Vague lights and translucent white.
Eyes wide, I took you in.
Not a scream, not a whimper.
My heart raced, my legs begged me
My body shook as you stared in
And I stared through.
You come back to haunt me.
To creak my wooden floor,
To close all my doors,
Pour over me cold,
And wake me with silent screams.
I can't decide if you come from above,
Or from below.
Because you torture me
Yet entice me, that it will end
One day, we will find peace.
Until then, neither you,
Nor I,
Shall sleep.
-Noemi Garcia Rigsby
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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3 comments:
Love it! We've met but you do not remember me.
Where did we meet? :)
How random of me to find this. Glad you are still doing poetry! Hope all is good with you!
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