One Poem by Alexandria King

Wind Knocks My Window

Wind knocks at my window
With its cold and shallow blows
Against the wet, frosty glass
And it sends its wails, shrills and silhouettes
Across my bedroom wall
As I find it hard to slumber
With the bizarre sounds
The wind composes at night
The shadows move stealthily closer
To my puny blue bed
Ready to devour me whole
And spit me out in another dimension
A world more diverse than mine
So I turn on the light to frighten
The fiends away as I yell
For mother who says its all right
It was just a nightmare and tucks
Me back into bed
Sending the demons away
And telling me to go to sleep
And I close my eyes once more
To the wind that knocks on my window

{Poem by Alexandria King}