3:15 am

3:15,
awake and annoyed,
alone in the dark,
you toss and turn,
making the bed creek.

five minutes go by,
quite trying to sleep,
now you lay there,
the room silent and still.

3:42,
still can't sleep,
but here come the shadows,
rolling toward you,
not able to see them,
your eyes are clamped shut.

scratches are heard,
from inside the room,
footsteps drag,
above where you sleep.

3:55,
in the hallway you run,
away from the terror,
looking back,
there is broken glass,
things being thrown,
flames form from nowhere.

your trapped in this house,
walls around you start to ignite,
blue flickers of flame,
crumble the walls,
there is no escape,
the demons have got you.

5:30,
a loud buzz goes off,
sweat trickles down your face,
heart racing,
at an unsteadily pace.

** i used a pattern in this poem, i started it off with the time as well as ended it , but i didn't show the time in all stanza's. And i like poems that don't rhyme but still has at least one piece that does.gives a lil flava! * =]

--All Poems by Tia E
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