Your breathing gets heavy,
As you run swiftly down the hall,
You can't seem to outrun it,
The shadow on the wall.
The faster you run,
No matter how fast,
It always follows you,
A reminder of the past...
It tries to absorb you,
like it has once before,
You run into a room,
And quickly shut the door.
You can't let this happen!
Not like them! Not again!
You can't always hide in darkness!
And when it finds you, well, then..,
Your thoughts are cut short,
By a sound, oh so small.
You slowly turn your head...
To see the shadow on the wall.
YOU ARE READING
Blood-Stained Glass
PoetrySometimes the scariest things in life can be the things we know best. The things that seem almost transparent, not seeming to hide a thing. But they are hiding dark secrets, and when revealed, you'll never see things the same way again...
