Tapping Essay, Research Paper
Do you hear the tapping at my window pane?
They who hear it are insane
Sharply tapping, slightly screaching
I can feel it getting closer, now its reaching
My heart is beating faster and loud
I want to hide and not be found
For if the tapping finds me
I’ll no longer be free
I feel alone except my thinking
But now I feel my thought slowly sinking
I don’t want to die but if I do
I’d like once more to see the sky pale blue
My fear is finally disappearing
The tapping is gently clearing
A rush of thoughts to my mind
Makes it easier for me to find
That I can slightly open my eyes
To see everything and all the lies
That the tapping at my window pane
The whole time was just the rain!