She hears pipes and vents whisper. Whistles of air. She see shadows form to figures. Really bags and coats. She senses senses rustling in the household. Only it is family in the beds. She feels spiders. Just her hair. She feels chills. Broken vent.There's fear in the air. She feels alone without a hope. So she turns the light cause in the middle of the night in her room there is no one there. In the dark no so bright she tends to feel scared.
AN:
Hi it's Angel. So I'm not really sure why I am saying this, but I wrote this poem because I was inspired by my own paranoia. Not that I am crazy, but I have terrible anxiety and often times at night when it is dark and I am in my room alone items like chairs, jackets, and backpacks begin to look like monsters or whatever because the figures of the objects combine in the dark. Not to mention I have pet dogs and everyone in my family but me snores so the noises sorta scare me.so anyways in conclusion this poem was inspired by my fear of the dark. Just kinda a fun fact I guess.
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Angel's Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
