Every Night
Thank you for stopping by! I teach drama, run a drama club, and write because I must.
A few days ago, I dreamed I had died. That experience inspired this little poem.
Every Night
Every night,
I lock the door, look
Under the table
And around the bed,
Turn one light off,
Wave the other on,
Check the shadows,
Get into bed,
And shut my eyes
Before darkness falls.
Then I remember
The top of my shelf.
What if something
Is squatting there,
Staring down
With wicked intent?
Turn the light on,
Look up, look down,
Under the table
And around the bed.
Every night,
Death watches me
Looking for lurkers,
On top of the shelf,
Under the table
And around the bed.
He laughs as I turn in,
Turn on my side,
Look straight at him,
And shut my eyes.