The Corner Poem by Michael Webb

Lying on a brick bed
In a noiseless dark room
Lies an unsettling feeling
There is something in the corner
Laughing at myself 'It's all in my mind'

Or maybe it's in my head
Next to the mirror full of gloom
A shadow as tall as the ceiling
There is something standing in the corner
Wondering 'Is this real life? '

Sleeplessness is starting to make me insane
Trying to fall asleep I shut my eyes
My mind begins to drift away.....
There is something breathing in the corner
Heavier than the weight of a million tombs

My energy seems to drain
It's coming to take my life
'Where have my thoughts began to stray? '
There is something watching in the corner
I need to get out of this room

Paralyzed, perilously awaiting death
But it's all simply a figment of imagination..
I blink my eyes but it doesn't disappear
It's empty face in disguise
And bearing a haunting glare

The taker of souls invading me in my rest
Watching it in helpless desperation
It slowly approaches nearer
Close enough to see the nothingness in it's eyes
I told you there was something over there

'Someone save me'
Succumbing to it's outstretched arms reluctantly
Attempting to move but it is a waste
I can feel hands around my neck
Not a single helpless howl can escape

'Are you going to take me? '
My breath stops suddenly
Stealing the blood from my veins
Drowning in it's dreary darkness
I hear it bellow my name