I have wanted to write a poem all week, ever since Scott shared his “Bar Hopping” poem with us. Then, Dave started writing some great poems, and now I REALLY want to write one. So, I have been trying to decide what to write about – there are so many possibilities.
Shhh…something is wrong outside
An ominous huddled mass stands 10 feet from my window
The muffled moon casts a smoky glow
Something glints over a shoulder
Harsh whispers emanate an eerie evil.
Terror grows vines over my mind.
Thank God my sisters are asleep.
I creep into my parents’ room.
Thick darkness suffocates my terrified soul.
We fall to our knees and pray.