May 09 2010
In the Night
They come to me
in the night
The traitors dressed
as friends
taP at the windows
of my house of sleep
Luring me from
slumber’s arms
to make their case
prove I’m mistaken
show me the truth..
And they rob the stars
from the sky
Chase the moon
behind the clouds
Crawl into my head
natter on…
relentless and shameless
Saying I did them wrong
yet begging forgiveness
Swearing love
but meaning harm
copyright 2010
One response so far
I shuddered and had to look over my shoulder. I feel a bit of vicarious indignation towards these robbers of stars and sleep.
hi wayne,
no worries - they have gone elsewhere - we’re safe.
sarah