Trappings of Fear

Trappings of Fear

It is past midnight,
Eerie silence is thwarted by the
tap on the key board,
seconds ago, minutes ago,
My involuntary eyes observe
two needles join the mumber,
when half of humanity
immersed in silence , when the
other half silently active, seductive,
knock! Knock! knock!
I feel a knock on the door,
In reality it is vibrating echo from within,
The gyrating rhythm in my heart’s core
falsifies the established heresy,
how can there be a nocturnal visitor,
when round the clock there is a
guardian angel , keeping vigil of
your hearth, your dwelling,
The uncouth even traps the unseen
In the debris , of quagmire of dirty politics,
I am bugged only by this fear,
that they all have to pay the price dear.