Saturday, June 28, 2008

Irrational Fears

Would You Know If You Were Crazy?
Valerie Owens

Late afternoon sunshine spills in
through familiar windows.
I am alone in the house.
Disquieted by footsteps from the upstairs,
I check
I check again
And then, once more.
I am still alone in the house.
I reason with myself
old houses have creaks
and groans of their own.
Calm down.
You are going crazy,
I tell myself.
and still afraid
of things that go bump in the night
in this case
late afternoon
I'm talking to myself.


Anonymous said...

what type of poem is this, i really hope you can respond asap.

Val said...

Free verse, if I'm understanding your question correctly.