Haunted

I have just been told how depressing my writing is at the moment, but when I am inspired by something it takes over a little bit. Writing in a genre that is quite dark is a little bit of what I do anyway.

At the moment, my writing has been inspired by the advert that was on television a while ago highlighting domestic violence (I think it was taken off, but it had Keira Knightely in it. You can still view it on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQqCzJjev_8 ).

This poem complements two other pieces I have written surrounding the theme. This poem is an experiment, because poetry is not my strongest point. Enjoy...

Haunted

I lie here in the darkness,

and wonder if you're awake.

I try not to breathe too heavily.

But my hands begin to shake.

I don't want to turn and face you;

I'm scared you might be there.

I'm the one you like to haunt.

The one you love to scare.

I slowly turn but cannot see you,

I am alone amidst in dark.

The room fills up with morning.

I am greeted by the lark.

I wonder where you could be hiding,

In our game of hide and seek.

You always seem to find me,

Round corners I must peek.

I tiptoe out the bedroom,

I linger on the stair.

I try not to breathe too heavily,

In case you might be there.

I do not hear you standing beside me.

But I feel the final blow.

My life flashes before my eyes,

As I land in a heap below.

I lie here in the darkness.

So this is how it must be.

You can haunt my nightmare life no more,

In this house you made for me.