They Come Alive

November 30, 2007
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Creeping out of
The corners
As thin as
Wisps of smoke

With their invisible, darkened eyes
They peer towards me
Gaining on me
As the clock ticks

Appearing in the night
As my sight slipped away
Dreams not coming
With those –things- appearing instead

At night they enter
The eyes of the one
Who thinks in the late night
Thinking, thinking

When they enter
They want to leave
When they leave
They can reenter





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kkonzack said...
Aug. 19, 2008 at 2:07 pm
great job! We are so proud of you!
 
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