E is Not Empty

I won’t scribble you away,
Nor toss your soul.
Not leave you faceless
Alone,
Or tormented
By a blank page.
I see you
Trending,
Launching with joy
At your clutched letter.
A publisher
Of humanity
Wanting to find your
Joy, your footstep
That will take you into eternity
With other poets who await you.

(Written for a StormcloudKitten)

Midnight

Dark lies and webs to hold us.
Lightless with 1,000 legs
Tap-dancing upon
Delicate nerves, paired for tango.

Shh, the monster comes
Bringing phobias your way.
Under the bed lurk
Newspaper headlines. Beware!

Poison pens fill ink wells
Draining the pens
Of life and liberty,
Only to find no way to speak.

Blotches, spots, three toed frogs,
A witches’ brew.
Drink deep and worry.
Everything will kill if you drink enough.

Go to sleep, my beauty,
I’ll bottle your nightmares
and sell them to a poet,
So that your sleep is sweet.