What's Real?

Have to do a project on the poet William Carlos Williams [funny name, huh?] and thought I'd try and write something in his style. Key word: 'try'.

alone, wide awake
there's a monster!
under the bed!

wait, it's just a toy,
casting a shad-
ow on the wall

but the fear was real
and the blankets
thin though they are,

offer safety like
that of maybe
fifty soldiers

Not Yet, Please

my feet are shivering
they remind me that I don't want to leave here
without you

my vision's fading
there's nothing else I can see with these old eyes
besides you

my voice is shaking
'good-bye' are not the words I really want to
say to you

my life is ending
but there are still so many things I want to
do with you