Two a.m.I woke in fearA dripping in the darkIt was so clearMy dreams were quickly cast asidereplaced by thoughtsof where to hideBut after the fogginess of sleep departedI searched my homerapid-heartedMy mind in turmoilMy frail nerves groundI had to find that dripping soundI searched the bathroomthe sink was dryI searched the kitchen, thenmy own eyeIContinue reading “Dripping”

Bring Out Your Dead!

Another day turns to night through the mist comes a light  “Bring out your dead!” a voice rings out but to my ears tis not a shout No, to my ears tis a song I’m so excited I turn, I run to tell my family oh, what fun! For the man with the cart hasContinue reading “Bring Out Your Dead!”