The Poet

The Poet

Friday, January 30, 2015

Ay, There's The Rub By Ron Porter ©2015

terror stalks me in noon light
horror harasses me at midnight
unknown fears of untold agency
freezes my blood through the day
and I write in fright as if
constantly scalded, naked in steam
greater nightmare torment me in dream
I thrash about as I weep
and fight against the advent of sleep
to sleep... perchance to scream.

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