The Midnight Scene

Nightmares hide under the bed
The pillow she sleeps on is stained red

Mascara is running down from her eyes
Sleepless torment, again she cries

The taste of metal along her tongue
Leaving the words and songs unsung

But the melody is always there
Left floating with her dreams in the air

Reach up to grab and try to touch 
But it seems she wished for too much

And the sounds ghosts are haunting the halls
The phone rings, it’s a stranger who calls

As to who she was and what she wants
No one knows but her voice taunts

Something inside that isn’t right
A monster hiding in the closet at night

Waiting to come out right on cue,
Tell me, is something still scaring you?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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A   Avatar
October 18, 2010 at 4:22 PM
deep write, enjoyed this midnight scene, enjoyed your write,..p.d.
Rhinem Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 6:24 PM
Smile ~ This is the gifted poetess which my eyes first remember viewing once upon a time &, why I was so drawn to the depth of "Your Beauties" verse; writing from "Your Precious Soul, 'Lovely & Priceless Madison Thomer!!!'" ~ But, what is there within this life to be afraid of dear for, it is merely a door unto eternities promises; tears shall dry & pain disappear its tauntings, forevermore!!! ~ "My Love to You, 'Always,'" John!:) ~ Smile, let me go view another of "Your Treasures," poes.... ~
Benkhen Avatar
October 17, 2010 at 3:55 PM
Beautiful write...the flow was almost perfect for me.
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