The mid-night man

by Anna   Apr 22, 2005


Eyes closed,
scared again,
whats going to happen this time.

everythings blury,
faces i can't make out,
i regognise a single face,
the face of the man who has been with me for weeks.

he keeps looking at me,
trying to tell me something,
i cant make it out,
hes screaming at me.

he hauntes me every night,
he looks me in the eye.
he haunts my dreams,
my night mares,
he haunts my world,
and yet i dont no who he is.

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  • 19 years ago

    by B4BY BLU3 X

    Anna....dis is preti freaky man...wot da hell?! nice poem nehow love ya xxxx