My Poetic Journey

You Have Met Your Doom

I’m haunted by this recurring dream
Where I enter a corridor wet from steam
The stench of death surrounding me
I’m repulsed by the horrid things I see

A headless torso, a severed arm
Outrageous mayhem, bodily harm
A dank, dark dungeon swarming with flies
The awful sound of blood curdling cries

Then suddenly I’m beaten and dragged
Forced to the floor where I’m bound and gagged
From somewhere behind me I hear a voice
That’s telling me I have no choice

“Maybe you’d like to remain on the floor
Or follow me, for there’s much, much more”
I nod my head to confirm the latter
As my face gets drenched with warm red splatter

From a tortured spirit chained to the wall
Now reeling with nausea, I begin to crawl
Now drenched with blood on the cold wet floor
Someone grabs me from behind and I’m dragged some more

I try to stand, but I’m forced back down
Choking on vomit, I begin to drown
My body upright, a dizzying stand
Then I’m pulled upward by a massive hand

My gag is removed, I catch my breath
Into my lungs floods the smell of death
My feet are untied, I am forced to walk
prodded from behind, too afraid to talk

I begin to descend a spiral stair
Still choking on vomit, I gasp for air
Then I find myself in a massive room
There’s a sign on the wall that displays “You’ve met your doom!”
As a hood is placed over my head
I can’t stop thinking I’m as good as dead
Then I jolt awake, sitting up in bed
Remembering the dream, still filled with dread

By:T.C.