Angela Crabtree Poet Rhyme

Hideaway Home

I spot the tunnel
tis is not bright
alas a runnel
it's in my sight
fear of runners
in the park
leery of gunners
after dark
Mobsters Ball
it is a panic
the bathroom stall
a hustler manic
now I'll close in
nowhere to hide
a rat's den
no tears have dried
something disguised
what can that be
yellow eyes
staring at me
I can't afford 
to be frenzied
there is a board
I'll ward off the envied
now I will run
back to my dome
monster I did stun
my hideaway home

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Paul Callus November 15, 2020 at 12:10 AM I would say that sometimes it feels good to run back to our comfort zone; out there things are not always what they seem! ~ Regards // paul

Vijay Pandit November 5, 2020 at 5:27 AM A spooky feel to this just as you intended, Angela. Angela Crabtree November 5, 2020 at 7:59 PM Thank you, Vijay. It was a little different at first :)

Silent One November 5, 2020 at 2:50 AM This one is dark and a bit haunting... Well expressed.. Angela Crabtree November 5, 2020 at 7:54 PM Thank you, Silent One. When I originally started out I had something a little different in mind but I liked the way it came out :)

Victor Buhagiar November 5, 2020 at 1:06 AM Images prevailing over several layers of consciousness. ~~ Angela Crabtree November 5, 2020 at 7:47 PM Thank you, Victor. I was hoping it would make sense :)

Michelle Faulkner November 4, 2020 at 7:51 PM I like how the short lines create a staccato beat to the feel, dark and mysterious! Angela Crabtree November 5, 2020 at 7:46 PM Thank you, Michelle. I really appreciate you reading my poem :)