The Dead Lights
POEM "THE DEAD LIGHTS" by martin gedge
The fear that your unknowing when the eyes are shut down tight
moving through the shadows in the darkness of the night
so silent still and quiet creeping over while you sleep
watching every moment while your nestled down and deep
touching all the surface of your flesh and showing skin
feeding on the sweating door a pore to walk right in
in and out each open valve to which you are apart
surrounding every organ just to crucify your heart
the room about to suffocate and penetrate the brain
to cause a clot that marks a spot onto the deadly vein
and life becomes a breathless fight while gasping in despair
a dream to split the vital stream that vacuum sucks the air
and clutch as much onto the sheet a beat to surely die
for one to switch the blackest pitch to bat its evil eye
and there below the halo lamp a damp and pitted look
from all be told the bitter cold a soul upon the hook
the night be stung to take it's young with fever and it's bite
to wake a spell and feel the hell but never see the light....
by martin gedge©
Copyright © Martin Gedge | Year Posted 2019
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