Within Moving Walls Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Not many can sleep,
When chased by facts.
And when those facts once unleashed,
Will do just that as if on attack.
To prevent what is sought and what one needs,
A desperate wish to sleep in peace..

Wide awake one imagines someone walks,
On barren floors that creak as voices talk.
And doors on eerily squeaking hinges,
Open slowly to squinting eyes...
Trying to keep shut tight but sneaking peeks.

Shadows begin,
To be heard deeply breathing it seems.
But nothing can prevent mysterious and intended...
Scratching sounds increasing,
Behind moving walls closing in unceasing...
To stalk with a purpose to squeeze a curdling scream.

Making one frightened imagine someone walks,
On barren floors that creak as voices talk.
And doors on eerily squeaking hinges,
Open slowly to squinting eyes...
Trying to keep shut tight but sneaking peeks.

Not many can sleep,
When chased by facts.
With attempts to do that,
Within moving walls...
Appearing to crawl,
And stalking.