Watching The Wheels

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Readings in Blind Terror #1

Like a rusted swing-set,
Fun yet potentially deadly,
The night comes.

Presumed recovery to coping
Lost in periods in intense

As one would see panic,
Though not precisely the same,
The night comes.

When as children we loved sleep,
Now it becomes what we used to call
The Spook House.

Not even the dignity
Of reaching real slumber
To attain earned nightmares.

Copyright 2012 by Andrew T. Durham

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