Like Air.

I hear screaming
Its everywhere
It circles around my head
My ears prick up as I listen
I sit up in my bed
I can’t escape, can never escape
I can’t believe, I can’t accept
A Grimm Brother’s fairytale come to life
Brooded to verve all around, like a curling fire
Like the fingers of smoke
In the air

It’s everywhere

It still doesn’t register in my mind
That someone’s out there dying
I curl up and try to hide behind-
My blanket, to shield me, to cover up the crying

Oh, I know I’m already too old
I know I’m already eight
Almost nine
But no menace seems to permeate
This invaluable time-worn quilt of mine

Knitted with yarns of love- from Mummy
Before her early, untimely leave
Made it special for her newborn baby
I mop the salty tears away with my sleeve

I almost hear her voice now-
Though, I’d have no idea how
Fluctuating, sardonically deep or high
Mummy’s lilting voice was

Was it all pretend? Was it all inside my head?
Was I going slowly, surely mad?
Or was this some sort of premonition-
Of something inconceivably bad?

I peek out from ledge of my window
To study the shimmering crescent
When my heart suddenly halted its pace
As I spotted a lone silhouette present

It looked up at me

It looked up at me!

But it was too dark outside, so I couldn’t clearly see

A shiver bristles down my spine
The sensation was unsavory
A tremor cuts my breathing short
My throat constricted with invisible twine

I gather the courage to look out again
The profile is suddenly gone
But now a thick smoke surrounds my home
And it seems that I’m still not alone

Angels watch over while I sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
And if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take

Hear my fear, shield me sound
I feel a malevolent presence around
Shepard, keep me safe these days
And please- make sure that stranger stays away