A slightly worrying poem I doodled in English, written to follow the pattern of "Time" by Allen Curnow. Gotta worry about my mental state eh? I couldn't quite think of an appropriate title, but I think it would probably be something like paranoia or guilt ... I dunno, see what you think!
I am the noises you hear in the night,
I am the shadows that swallow the light,
I am the plague, the sickness, the blight.
I am the plague, the sickness, the blight.
I am the monster under your bed,
I am the voices inside of your head,
I am the mem’ry of all that is dead.
I am the letter you’re too scared to send,
I am the grief your mind cannot mend,
I am the traitor you once thought a friend.
I am the doctors who check on your health,
I am the false friends after your wealth,
I am the false friends after your wealth,
I am the knife, the assassin’s stealth.
I am the footsteps that follow you now,
I am the motive, the when and the how,
I am the cost of the king’s shining crown.
I am the maze, one way in, no way out.
In shadowy corners, at the door, on the stair,
Wherever you look, I wait for you there.
Wherever you look, I wait for you there.
Your constant companion, the very last one,
I know your secrets.
I know what you’ve done.
I know your secrets.
I know what you’ve done.
Paranoia sounds about right...
ReplyDeletePS: I'm a li'l bit in awe of your writing.. You write so well!! Really nice.. :)
Thank you! *blushes*
ReplyDeleteSpook, I've told you not to write poems about me!
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Haha, what can I say, you're my muse Del xD
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