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That Old Black Magic
bewitch and beguile us with a tale of the supernatural / simple as that / poem or prose
AmyE

Every time I close my eyes

they are there

Surrounding me in my bed

they are there

Their mouths are open

in a silent scream

I wish it were

all a dream

But they are there

Their hands reach for me

as though they have a need

Something they want or

some kind of deed

They are there

My eyes open all the way

Hoping the people

will just go away

But when I close them again

they're all still there

Reaching for me

with a blank stare

They are there

What do they want

what do they need

Why do they think

they can get it from me

They are there

What will happen

if they touch me

Why can't they

just let me be

When you close

your eyes tonight

cover your head

hold your pillow tight

You need to know

and be aware

When the sun goes down

they are there