He stalks a sleeping man <br />Though he says he is not mad. <br />He fears an eye as a cat fears a dog, <br />And believes himself not mad. <br />He killed the man, now the eye opens no more. <br />Then he buried he mangled body under planks of wood. <br />He hides nothing from police <br />They come in and chat and chat, and chat… <br />And they do not hear it. <br />The sound a terrible sound, <br />A sound which drove him to confession. <br />It is the old man, his heart still beats! <br />But alas, it was only the beating of his own. <br />And after all this he still thinks he is not mad. Do you?<br /><br />Kelly Curiel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-response-to-the-tell-tale-heart/
