#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.

Sudden chills; eyes opened wide,
there is no where to hide.
Anticipation flowing, the phone rings,
I am terrified of all things.

Destruction & self sabotage; copy & paste
I'm just not a good person; a waste.
You entertain my presence with grace,
continuously there for the chase.

Heaven knows why,
no getting rid of you; can't deny.
Perhaps you'll set me free,
where I feel alive; my key.

The door I never knew exist,
after we kissed.
Fear kept me trapped & lonely.
Now is here with you, my only.

© REDS