#WritcoPoemPrompt11

Sometimes, it feels like
My chair has a set of eyes.
That it creepily stares at me
To suck all my dreams.

It feels like the wall-clock,
Has a pair of ears.
Makes me uncomfortable,
Thinking if it knows my secrets.

I wonder if the gas-cylinder
Has a nose that sniffs off
My stink and snorts up
Whatever ambition I'm left with.

The metal-lock, perfume-bottle.
The helmet, the iron-box.
The more I look at them and
Think, more creepy they become.

I freaked out one day and
Accidentally came infront of
The mirror..

My eyes were pair of chairs.
Two clock in place of ears.
I sneezed out of shock and
The gas off my nose caugh fire.
© unsung_seagull