THERE’S A MONSTER IN THE HOUSE
I hear him walking,
Silently stalking.
My heart is knocking.
I crouch in my nest,
Holding my breath,
Waiting for death.
He knows I am here,
Senses my fear,
Grins ear to ear.
Enveloped by night,
I can't reach the light,
Too frozen with fright.
He has no remorse,
He's chosen his course,
He takes me by force.
However I shout,
He's never found out;
Somehow they can doubt.
So while all are sleeping,
He still comes a'creeping;
His secret they're keeping.
-Copyright 2002 S.Cone
And yes, I know that "nest" doesn't rhyme with "breath"; any ideas?
1 comment:
Thanks. I did choose the weird structure on purpose. It evokes to me the kind of slow, sneaking footsteps in the night that give me so many terrors still.
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