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. And like its name, I intended it to loop around on itself, so that it can be started from any verse. One change I made was to not repeat the second line of each verse in the fifth line – got to keep on circling, can’t be glancing over our shoulders at the exit we’ve just passed…
Rhyming Couplets 