Paralysis

Delicate disturbance in the night,
Enough to make you never forget,
Gentle rattling at the window,
An airy chant from under the door,
Faceless voice,
Sore,
Devastating,
Craving a taste of love,
Like the heart of the night
She is condemned to darkness,
Feel her creep.

Unable to move
And straining to speak,
I wake.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Fawcett Avatar
November 15, 2008 at 2:16 PM
Very well written Zoe, with haunting imagery in the first stanza that really gets nailed in the second. Love, Nigel
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November 13, 2008 at 4:46 PM
Interesting perspective in this poem. The title is fitting. Keep on writing. Karen
Bickerstaffe Avatar
November 13, 2008 at 4:45 PM
Lotsa cool assonance here! 'faceless...devastating...craving...taste/ feel...creep.' ...and the 'd' alliterations throughout the first verse. Excellent piece! Keith
Cooper Avatar
November 11, 2008 at 6:53 AM
lovely pen, when I was young I always had a fear of the dark. this poem reminds me of it. Very well penned. thank you for sharing and God bless
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