A Figment of Your Imagination

What does “dark” mean to you? Does it conjure up images of a villainous character, horror stories, or a dark mood?

Well, “dark” is the theme of this week’s limerick, and I must say I had a difficult time. At least, more difficult than I anticipated. I had plenty of ideas: telling stories around a campfire, going into a house on a dare, evening jogs in a graveyard, the seemingly endless list of “creatures of the night.” Nothing seemed to work just right, and I’m not too sure if this “works” either, but at lead I made it to the last line; the others fizzled out.

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A Figment of Your Imagination

I whisper your name in the air,

I slam the doors and move chairs,

You see me passing by

In the corner of your eye,

Just keep telling yourself “nothing’s there.”

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Posted in response to the Mind and Life Matters Limerick Challenge