Peripheral

poem by: Michael Wise
Written on Feb 23, 2019

They dwell in the peripheral
a place I truly dread
Not sure exactly what they are
I think that they are dead

They stalk the corner shadows
in the day or black of night
I sense their movements vaguely
always dashing out of sight

They themselves are darkness
having neither form nor face
When trying for a clearer look
they're gone without a trace

I used to think perhaps my eyes
were playing tricks on me
until that night while in my bed
they tapped me on my knee

When something laid down next to me
I felt the mattress sink
I threw the lights on straightaway
and poured myself a drink

I glimpse them in the darkened
halls and doorways here throughout
Sometimes I hear their mutterings
as they all roam about

There have been times when I can swear
they're right next to my ear
with breathing or faint whisperings
and I'm awash with fear

They dwell in the peripheral
that place I truly dread
I pray that I'm just crazy
and they're only in my head


2/22/19

 

Tags: Weird, Fear, Dark, Scary,

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Christopher Russon commented on Feb 23, 2019 at 3:50pm
Excelent poem as always Michael. A very interesting subject.I hope to see lost loved ones again one day.The difficult part is mainting that hope.dought can easily creep in.
Michael Wise commented on Feb 23, 2019 at 4:21pm
If I ever see lost loved ones again, I hope it's not like this!
Michael Wise commented on Feb 23, 2019 at 4:22pm
Forgot to say thank u Chris!

 

 

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