An hour past midnight

It’s about an hour past midnight

with many shadows and almost no light,

the cold, cold bedroom is closing on me,

I don’t know if it’s real what I see,

but my fear is pounding in my hartbeat,

all I hear is the clicking of my teeth

or does the sound come out of the wall,

I guess maybe it’s nothing at all,

just a bad dream they call a nightmare

and still I’ve got this feeling of despair,

that nothing will save me now from this threat,

how hard I pull the sheets over my head

the outcome has already been written,

once it takes you and once it has bitten,

all the present will then be the past,

I just hope, it won’t take long… at last.

                                                                       

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere

25/09/2014