noir

in the quiet hours when the dead sleep i wander lonely, lost and stray at the turn of the door handle my heart skips a beat footsteps echo, too close, two feet with every breath my heart feels like a hollow shell a haven for erratic beats and distress while in darkness i lie come thoughts that frighten sleep lingering hours long in my mind eyelids, shutter, weep shapes and shadows lurk and twist waiting for a feast should my troubled head and heart be a banquet for such beasts? in my large bed, i do not move. in small hours of morning i drift into limbo i flutter... wake morning sun rises bringing tranquil day dreams, all too late. "never more, never more quoffed the raven. " poe