Kelly Seale

Rookie (12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'I Reach Under My Pillow' - Poem by Kelly Seale

The night grows long, time stands still,
can’t get any sleep, my mind spinning with thoughts to kill.
Eyes wide open, spotting the fly on the wall,
as the spider pounces,
consuming all.
My mind plays tricks, I’m floating through the air,
now I’m peeking in your window,
Devil may care.
Silently I enter, creeping through the hall,
picturing in my mind, your throat slit,
your blood spattered on the wall.

Safely back in my bed this night,
the night that will never end,
a sickening smile on my face,
revealing my sin.
I get comfortable in bed lying
next to my wife,
as I reach under my pillow-
And my hand finds the knife.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 21, 2013

Poem Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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