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The Last Night...

The night before...
Scared me
When i was in my bed
Something ruttled around me
Then suddenly i was waked up...
I heard noises outside my room...
I felt,they are the robbers outside my home
But i dont know why i couldn't wake from my bed...
Something pulled me back,may be my fright...
Then in the morning i realize it was something like a dream
But it was hard to recall
It came to my mind one by one,after
But the fright was just hidden in my mind

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Kacey Greenlee

Date: 6/9/2011 7:11:00 AM

You write with a extremely nice vision.Very nice.Thanks for stopping and reading my work.Kacey

The Melody Sings

Date: 2/19/2010 11:09:00 AM

I hate those dreams. i always have those happen

Jay Loveless

Date: 2/19/2010 10:52:00 AM

Hmm, sometimes i wish my fright could keep me in bed; im afraid im far too curious for that. I like this though. Nice work. What ever was the noise? xoxo Rainbow

Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/1/2009 5:12:00 AM

Scary write. Keep the pen flowing. Sara

K K Iloduba Jnr

Date: 8/27/2009 4:51:00 AM

thank God for the morning! fright is what everyone of us habors all through life. vivid pix.good work.

L'Nass Shango

Date: 4/6/2009 8:24:00 AM

The best thing to do always is to wake up, that is how I make my escapes all the while. Love.

Aleera De La Keur

Date: 4/4/2009 12:35:00 AM

Excellent write, I loved it....Aleera

Anna-Marie Docherty

Date: 4/4/2009 12:30:00 AM

There are some solid concepts behind your words, maybe try using a thesaurus or dictionary to avoid using the same words repeatedly, eg. 'but' it will give your reader more interest, and you a wider scope of language to play with. Your poem though and no offence intended, just a tip given me early on, I like to try to use it myself, it matures your writes quickly. Kindest thoughts, Anna-Marie.