Dark
The sun starts to set.
But my cheeks are still wet.
I hold myself tighter,
As the room grew darker.
Their coming.
My mind spoke to me
Stop crying,
Or they'll come for me.
Now think of you.
Put your feet in these shoes,
and start running.
You find yourself alone in an empty room
and its frightening.
The last light from the sun will be gone soon
Your chest heaving.
You lay down on the spot where you found you.
Then you start dreaming.
Or are you?
The more you try to close your eyes,
The harder it is to shut them.
You're left alone with your own device.
But you can't move, you're frozen.
You're holding on a tip of a knife
and you're bleeding.
You scream for help
No one's listening.
But then...
As if on cue your hero comes.
They say their there to save your life
They ask
Who did this?
Why were you screaming?
You try to talk and say that you're hurt
You scream "I'm the victim!"
They're glad you spoke.
They dust away the dirt
Then ask
Why are you the victim?
With no words mustered
You start to shiver.
Then you squeal "I'm scared,
Their coming, the monsters."
Darling don't be foolish
You're just watching too much movies
Its all in your head
Now go to bed
It'll soon be morning.
A sigh of relief,
As the sun starts to rise.
But you're overcome with grief,
Because soon it'll be night.
They'll come again, they will somehow.
But at least you're okay.
Okay for now.
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PoetryMy Poetry isn't short nor long. It depends really on your perception of time. I placed each word where I think is where they belong. If you think otherwise then that's fine. All of these are just jumbled thoughts that for some reason I can't voice o...
