Challenge
That Old Black Magic
bewitch and beguile us with a tale of the supernatural / simple as that / poem or prose
Every time I close my eyes
they are there
Surrounding me in my bed
they are there
Their mouths are open
in a silent scream
I wish it were
all a dream
But they are there
Their hands reach for me
as though they have a need
Something they want or
some kind of deed
They are there
My eyes open all the way
Hoping the people
will just go away
But when I close them again
they're all still there
Reaching for me
with a blank stare
They are there
What do they want
what do they need
Why do they think
they can get it from me
They are there
What will happen
if they touch me
Why can't they
just let me be
When you close
your eyes tonight
cover your head
hold your pillow tight
You need to know
and be aware
When the sun goes down
they are there
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