#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams.
Keep tossing in the imaginations
In the quilt from head to toe
After watching a horror show
A monstorous shadow on my roof,
Scary it looks as its existence had no proof,
Opened eyes create a presence,
Closed eyes...