Guest Poet, Jay, shares with us a spooky poem.

I hide behind the curtains 

Of my dusty little room

Waiting for the day to come 

When happiness will resume.

As I wander around

Lost

Never found

I find myself 

Going round and round

In circles of pain

Again and again

Alone.

And the only light

In this little box

Is from a tiny lamp

Next to the tiny clock

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Black.

But every time there’s another storm

And the lightning cracks

And the thunder roars

Boom

Clap

Boom

Clap

Scared.

And every time that fear comes back

It’s not alone

The wood floors crack

Foot

Step

Foot

Step

Scream.

Now it’s done

The fear has gone

The lights are shining

The power is on

But no one will ever know but one

What takes place

When the curtains are drawn.

-Jay