Night Scare
Is it a scream in the night
Is it a note clinging tight
Does the grey matter brush your emotion
Is it a finger aside
Is it a saunter in a stride
Or is it an endorphin explosion
Is it a bite to the bone
Is it crawling alone
When darkness is your only shadow
Is it the blood of your thoughts
Or is it a memory caught
By the wire of your heart
Hung weary
Copyright 1995 Angela Y. Rancourt