Written by, Miranda Tusinac
-English Major/ Creative Writing Minor at
Youngstown State University
As I sit, I sense that something is not right
And I, bewildered, stand up in a fright.
You see, the air is still and sound enslaved.
I fight for my soul to be still and brave,
But in all my courage I cannot withstand
The sudden screeching in my ears as I
Hold up my hands. Look! Over there, it is
He, who has haunted, yet only I see.
I plead with him, for a little silence
For sleep is all I need. Yet all’s defiant
As he haunts me once more.
Bewitchingly Brooding entrapment, that I can’t ignore.
As he leaves now, the sun rises and then
There’s time now to rest, till darkness comes again.