Liminal Valley
I find my breath held in suspense,
My eyes seek bogeymen –
My heartbeats race,
My footsteps pace,
My mind counts down from ten.
I swear the pixels glitch agen –
Though when I turn to face,
There’s just the floor
And nothing more –
And yet, there hangs a trace…
There’s something strange about this place –
I’ve been round here before.
I’m growing tense –
There’s some sixth sense,
I’m trying to ignore.
I’ve seen that sign upon that door,
I’ve seen that metal fence –
I can’t say when,
But now and then
The colours seem too dense…
This is my attempt at trying the Roundabout format.
Rhyming Couplets 