Poem -

Shivers

stormy night 
with thunder claps 
whistling wind 
in crevasses
are trapped 
squeaky rotten 
windows that rock 
swaying to the tune 
of the grandfather clock 
tick, tock

floors that creak  
from underfoot
lights that flicker 
shadows mistook 
open eyes, 
one last look 
peruse the room 
ears pricked up 
listening intently
from where that 
booked dropped 

eeri sounds
around the room 
installing fear 
and impending doom 
thunder claps 
outside go 
BOOM!
shaking all 
of the room 

shivers run 
down your spine 
goose bumps protrude 
and rise up high 
as you lie there 
eyes wide 
to scared to move
doesn't matter
if you crave food 
you're not going 
anywhere 
not with whats 
hovering above the stairs 
and throwing chairs  

floating
like a kite 
blood red eyes 
light up the night 
bony fingers point 
your way
duvet comes up 
and over head 
wishing you where 
somewhere else
other  than bed 
as you hold on for day of life 
looking over to your wife
covers pull from your hand 
face to face now 
you stand 

staring upon
a soul 
of unrest 
cross your heart 
hoping you are blessed 
looking deep into 
its eyes 
blood now trickles 
from your eyes 
skin bulks up 
like you have hives 

softy, softly 
you slip away 
never going to 
see another day 
laid there in a pool 
of blood 
wife not moving 
who you loved 
sleeping blissfully 
as you pass away 
close your eyes
night turns to day 
or some bright light 
takes you away 
and there you'll stay 
you get to live 
forever and a day 

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