Inspired by Emily Dickinson/Edgar Allan Poe

If it weren’t for the ground, I’d be floating with scare

The dark sky caves in

And a thump crows

to a never-ending rhythmic beat

A train squalled as it passed by

And a frog croaks that it’s midnight

I roll on my side 

And meet with a dark-eyed lie

It looms over me like a shadow

Never sure if he’ll take over

Or just stand there

And then I think

He’s not truly there, 

But he haunts me nonetheless

When I try to think and 

while I try to rest