a poem for you
alone in my room
at night’s darkest hour
i sit in a corner.
came out of the shower
only minutes ago
my hair is still wet.
i sit in a corner
observing my bed.
the monsters beyond it
they don’t make a sound
i lit up a candle
i luckily found.
the shining flame
enlightens the room
i lit up a candle
and stare at the gloom.
the fear of a creature
waiting in night
the fear of my childhood.
no monsters in sight.
i crawl to my bed
and i try to hide
the fear of my childhood.
no monsters in sight.
the pillows to cuddle
the blanket to hug
a candle enlighting
a coffee mug.
the chocolate milk in it
still warm, almost hot
the candle enlighting
the bed’s empty spot.
where are you, my friend?
will we ever meet?
come to my bed
bring warmth to my feet.
where are you, my love?
hold me at night
come to my bed
hold me so tight.
is there a love
for me as for you?
if my love is out there,
why am i so blue?
why does love not see?
why won’t love come by,
if my love is out there?
is love… just a lie?
Michael Bahner