In this bed that I have made
I turn, as in a grave
Reaching branches outward
Craving air but not so brave
As to risk the dangers of the
Untold Deep beneath
Secret truths sleep dormant
Over mysteries they keep
Creatures of lost legend
Nesting eggs that glimmer gold
Willing to break open
And outstretch their wings of old
In this bed that I have made
My roots recoil in fear
Pull myself back inward
Seeking memories held dear
Ill-begotten comforts
Cohorts to my inner voice
Echoing off empty walls
While sweet demons rejoice
I can hear them dancing
In the space beneath the floor
Beckoning me further
Into madness, nevermore.
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About the Creator
J
I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil
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Comments (4)
This is perfectly Poe! I love your descriptive rhymes and the smooth intensity of the delivery. Well done, J!
The way you've structured this effortlessly draws the reader through to the end. Beautiful piece!
Whoaaaa, this was so dark and intense! A fantastic entry into this challenge!
We must be careful of the beds we make, they can come back to haunt us. Be careful of the monsters under the bed.