Anxiety
By Atom Valderrama, 16
I don’t know how,
But I am certain.
Something lurks behind the curtain.
Through the windows,
Its eyes peer.
I can sense it growing near.
I tell myself,
That it is nothing.
My mind’s not fooled,
It knows I’m bluffing.
Shall I look?
With fear, I’m frozen,
I somehow get my eyes to open.
I face my fears,
The silence, dead.
I stumble up from out of bed.
Behind the curtain,
Nothing lies.
I finally can rest my eyes.
As I tuck,
Myself back in.
My face is stricken
With a grin.
“How foolish was I,
To have such a fear.”
Then in my window,
It appeared…
This is an eerie poem from a collection I wanted to make into a published book. I decided to cancel the project but I still like to look back on them. This poem is about the paranoia of a young child regarding monsters he fears exist beyond his sight.
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