{"id":961,"date":"2013-10-30T20:24:04","date_gmt":"2013-10-31T03:24:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=961"},"modified":"2017-09-07T11:09:52","modified_gmt":"2017-09-07T18:09:52","slug":"1030","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/10\/30\/1030\/","title":{"rendered":"1030"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/p>\n

1030
\nToo much bedtime Lovecraft<\/p>\n

Around midnight, I go to sleep
\nInto my dream, terrors do creep
\nPanic and fear begin to spread
\nThere’s a creature under my bed!
\nHis skin is red; his eyes are black
\nHe’s giving me a heart-attack!
\nI cannot run, his filthy fists
\nHave grabbed my feet; he grabbed my wrists!
\nHe’s the reason for my nightmares
\nI try to scream but no one cares!
\nThough I’m half-mad from all the fright
\nI thrash about with all my might
\nThen I awake, weak and weary
\nI’m soaked with sweat; eyes are bleary
\nMy head feels strange and new to me
\nWas that a dream or fantasy?<\/p>\n