My heart quickens along with my breathing.
There's no one around.
Just me and the unknown.
Am I to be found?
There's something I spot,
In the corner of my eye.
It's quick, I can tell,
Is it too late to hide?
My breathing hitches,
There's something in front of me.
I just stand there, looking white,
Not being able to flee.
I come back into my senses,
Running as fast as I can.
It's chasing me! It's chasing me!
This fear I cannot stand.
I wake up in sweat.
I wake up alright.
I'm chilled to the bone.
I'm scared of the night.
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//T H O U G H T S .//
Poetry"When we have second thoughts about something, our first thoughts don't seem like thoughts at all - just feelings." -Sydney J. Harris ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~
