I am death

I awoke as I often do from the depths of sleep immediate and startled as if escaping a nightmare yet the dream is always tranquil I don't like complete darkness a slight crack of the door allowing in a bit of hallway light is just enough to make out the room I check the alarm clock and see that it is 3:33 a time often repeated as I am called to consciousness from peaceful rest this happens quite often so often in fact that I keep a recorder bedside to turn on before returning to sleep I spot something in the far right corner two small pale orbs about a foot off the floor slowly, almost imperceptibly moving upward the crack of the door begins to close there is no light save for the two... wait...these are not orbs they are eyes and they are fixed on me and they are no longer moving upward but towards me ever so slowly...methodically I vaguely see the outline of it's head long and narrow with a tapered chin I cannot only feel, but literally hear my heart pounding everything becomes intense the darkness, the quiet, the fear like a child I bury myself beneath the thick down comforter and begin to pray but before I can whisper 'Our Father who art in Heaven...' I feel the comforter being slowly pulled from just beyond my feet I manage a weak scream and a final whispered plea before the pounding stops "Who are you?" there were no signs of a break-in or struggle no items taken yet the police have no explanation for what they heard on my recorder... "I am death"

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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