Invisible pages. Day three.

Invisible pages. Day three

Dear invisible pages
I'd call you diary but I do not believe in trapped thoughts nor binding such expression of a tormented heart
I must confess tonight by candlelight something waits in the darkness, beyond my line of sight i feel him there, his eyes like burning stars amongst the trees, cause my beating heart such fright,
Lurking around the shadows of the night
i fear outside these walls confined
To step a further walk would cause my bones to talk,
like chattering teeth,
Of a mad man laying down on the night table,
by his coffin bed
Just an empty mouth within his head
I imagine what the trees are whispering as they taunt the silent night ,
searching the darkness
through my window for his burning eyes
listening to him Howling sorrow beneath the moon
before the rising light come morrow , I fear the hours long and dark , no close in my searching eyes, Nor sleep a wink tonight
Amongst the shadows of my confining walls by candlelight.
nardine Sanderson 26/10/2014.