Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Maybe

Gastronomical Visitations




Maybe it's an illusion
And there's really nothing there;
Yes, it's just a mild delusion
But so help me, I could swear
Each night I'm not alone.

Maybe I'm just viewing
All too many horror flicks;
Yet bedtime finds me stewing
'Bout the scene my mind depicts;
Each time I hear that moan.

Maybe deprivation's
All I'm really going through;
Your basic visitations
By a ghost that's haunting you,
End up as silly dreams.

Maybe I'd dismiss it
As another sleepless night;
Yet one could hardly miss it
Bellow out in mad delight,
Echoing my silent screams.

Maybe what I really hear
Around my darkened room;
Yelling close by, in my ear
Bears a harbinger of doom;
Edging out my tearful prayers.


Maybe, but come morning
All is well, I can relax;
Yesterday was just a warning,
Bedtime's not the time for snacks.
Eating late can cause nightmares.

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