The walls breathe
With dark intuition
Convulsing in space
As the shadows are shifting
A hand to the plaster
The illusion is broken
Except for the words
The nothing had spoken
The creak of the woodwork
There’s something above
Like two crushing fears
Making passionate love
Chafing the mind
As these night terrors grind
Like gears without oil
It shivers my spine
I turn on the light
And then find I’m alone
No sign of the things
That had scared me to stone
A Life in Poems 