Halloween Poem

by Richard Tornello

Does the noise in my head keep you up at night?
DO the goblins and gouls, with the bad things they say,
make you wish you were far, so far away?

My spider like thoughts, weaving their web
wake you at night, look under your bed!
Plotting and planning all to my own.
So get out of my head, this is no place to roam.

Does the noise in my head keep you from sleep,
and make you wish, some other company’s keep?
For the sake of your sanity not written in clause,

Better to leave, cause…

the noise in your head, the noise in the house,
yes it could,                     be a mouse.

It could be nothing, it could be a dream,
But then again
it might be what it seems.

Private once, were my own dreams.
Now in your head they warp and they weave
threading their way to your darkest deep fears.
Lying in bed, all eyes and all ears.
The noise in your head, the noise in the house,
yes it could,                                 be a mouse.

It could be nothing, it could be a dream
But then again
it might be what it seems.