Shadow Rats
In the dark cellar
where I lay my young head
there were rats,
but it was the shadows,
the shadows of the rats
that scared me most.
All the night long
those silhouettes
would eat up the dim space
until there was no more place
for a child to sleep within.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
