Fear the Night
Frightened, hiding in this park
Every rustling sound keeps me in this dark
All I want is a place to rest my mind
Rearranging shadows are all I find
The owl has not hooted
He has not made his kill
Even the night bird has become still
Nerves crawl along my arm
Insistent, persistent, like your charm
Ghostly images blur upon my sight
Hollow gestures I once thought were true
Tensed, I point my abandoned heart at you.
Adelaide Bond
May, 12, 2016
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