Coral Hull: Poetry: Reed-Song: Early Poems: Volume 3: The Room

I MACKENZIE KNIGHT I A CHILD OF WRATH A GOD OF LOVE I FALLEN ANGELS EXPOSED I

CORAL HULL: REED-SONG: EARLY POEMS: VOL 3
                                                                                                              page-217 THE ROOM

It's evil and it hides
In that room
It lurks inside the walls
Under the bed
I hurry past
And turn my head
But nothing's there
The room is bare
As I enter the room
I sense a dark gloom
And an icy cold blast
As a breeze hurries past
And when I dream
Your always there
I wake up in cold sweat and stare
My dream had become a nightmare
I walk into that room
I turn around
I stop and stare
But nothing's there
Or is there?

    

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