Surreal Imagery

I frown my brow, my ink impede,
I write and discard every word I read.
I sit in dark, my mind in wander,
I sit troubled, my thoughts a yonder.

When I evoke, awoke inside a dream,
I ponder a darkened house intrigued.
I crawl out of my bed, tired and impaired,
When suddenly a clatter distracts me downstairs.

I peer out over the stairwell cautiously creeping,
When I witness a shadow ducking and weaving.
Like a bolt it travels at speed through the hall,
It locks onto my eyes and beckons in call.

It swiftly moves bizarre in its tread,
As I move post-haste to the foot of my bed.
In the grip of my fear and clutch to my sheets,
Unsettled, unnerved at surreal in its screech.

It climbs, its weight sinking as it moves,
I quiver with fear as I feel its grooves.
The covers begin to slide, my eyes tightly closed,
When suddenly I wake, normality disposed.

I gather my sanity and reach for my pen,
As ideas spark, a story will begin.
I scribble my memories of enigma in notion,
Spew of creative, poetry in motion.