Sometimes things go bump in the night,
Sometimes shadows dance.
Sometimes my soul writhes in fright,
And sleep has not a chance.
Sometimes my imagination runs free,
Sometimes my senses lie.
Sometimes I feel them after me,
When I am surely fine.
Sometimes I doubt I will be spared,
Sometimes it never ends.
Sometimes I feel alone and scared,
While I'm among good friends.
Sometimes my soul is screaming,
Sometimes I hear no reply.
Sometimes my heart is streaming,
Into a silent sky.
Sometimes I fall into the crack,
Sometimes it isn't fair.
Sometimes I glance behind my back,
But there is no one there.
Sometimes I feel them lurking there,
Sometimes I see a face.
Sometimes what I thought was clear,
Disappears without a trace.
Sometimes I stare straight into death,
Sometimes it stares into me.
Sometimes I take my final breath,
But then I've taken three.
Sometimes I hear them screeching,
Sometimes I see them glow.
Sometimes I just keep reaching,
For what is there, I know.
Sometimes I see my end,
Sometimes it was just a reflection.
Sometimes I seek my friend,
But I can not find the connection.
Sometimes I write this down,
Sometimes my pencil's shaking.
Sometimes I hear a sound,
That starts my sanity breaking.
Sometimes I know true terror,
Sometimes I stare into the void.
Sometimes I wonder where's my carer,
As my soul is just destroyed.
Sometimes I pray my heart out,
Sometimes I beg someone hears.
Sometimes I a battle through a bout,
And never feel him near.
Sometimes poems are not fiction,
Sometimes the story is true.
Sometimes a poet knows her diction,
And just wants to escape through you.