It Creeps
It creeps
It creeps up and you pray it won’t stay
Behind me see it skittering my way
You wonder at its timetable
What if it comes when I’m not able
It’s being following me as I remember
And I feel eternity burning in it’s embers
So without rest it goes on and on
Smiling and humming it’s song.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2019
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