The Creep
The Creep
He, speekled dreams as if the blackness of Closed eyelids were from
spaceless places.
You can name everytime he would wake or listen.
Walking so closely to something in dreams
Hairs on my head would turn...
And then walking as I though I was wide awake, was the growl and noise of
someone that looked like him.
Glarring with eyes, not within a soul...
Thoughts we to be wished away
It was the heart, the very center of the time
That made his meaning full and rich and wine.
It was the aweful reaching hand that made me think of him
One the first day I went to school and learned was love is.
I remember shunning the thing and makin it null and void but when I
remembered how I cried...I think I knew what love was.
Copyright © Halonnah Hope S Boisvert | Year Posted 2006
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