To Night
This is based on real life experience. I wrote this as I was experiencing it.
Tonight
the ticking of the clock is the loudest
because there is no other sound;
each ticking
sounds like falling of grains of time.
I, tucked in my bed, see something lurking
in the kitchen; even the sound of chair being
moved;
the rustling of the calendar makes my heart
flutter like the only leaf on a bald tree.
I move the blanket up to my head
yet I feel somone breathing down my neck,
ready to pounce
but as soon as I take my head out,
there is no
one.
The sudden snore from my grandma
strangely calms me down,
reminding me that I am still on earth
and not transported to the nest of fear,
not a host of ghosts.
Then fleeting laughter
clamours through the hall—
I look that way and it
subsides;
sometimes gathered
courage to confront
but it dies down like going off
of a bulb.
.
..
...
....
the ticking begins
again.
About the Creator
JAY PATEL
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Comments (2)
Love this poignant piece!
Oooo, I loved how dark and poignant this was. Well done!