Poem Material
I haven’t written a poem in awhile now.
Got to come up with a new poem somehow.
Lots of thoughts running through my head.
Nothing that’s good that I’ve heard or read.
I need to grab something out of the blue.
I can’t think of what else I can do.
I can’t even think of something that is creepy.
All that’s happening is that I’m getting sleepy.
All was dark, then ‘It’ was the darkness.
On a starless night ‘It’ came. ‘It’ was heartless.
I knew beyond a doubt that ‘It’ was ‘The Other.’
I knew for sure that ‘It’ was not my brother.
I am also glad ‘It’ was not my mother.
All my life I’ve never seen a ‘demon’, riding on the wind.
‘It’ seemed to laugh then said I could never win.
‘It’ promised me my life if I would worship ‘him’.
A awoke with a start. I had fallen asleep.
‘What was that?’ A nightmare, I didn’t want to repeat.
‘Just great.’ ‘I try to write a poem & I pass out.’
‘Then have a nightmare.’ ‘What’s this about?’
‘My imagination is going wild.’
‘Why couldn’t I dream of heaven?’, I smiled.
‘Being able to write poems could be a curse.’
‘But, then again, it’s all in the verse’.
————————————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2014)