I don’t belong here.
I have no right to call this place my own.
I refuse to let this be my home.
When the starts to moon rise,
I feel the presence of many eyes.
I hear noise by my feet.
Something’s under my bed.
Something’s crawling by my head.
I am not alone.
Voices wake me up.
Is there someone behind me?
Creaking comes from the attic.
Somebody help me.
I don’t want to talk too loud,
I might wake up the other presence in this room.
I can’t let out a sound.
Who are you?
There’s no response.
I look around.
Where are they hiding?
I see a shadow.
I shiver.
I am not alone.
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Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)
PoetryThis is a collection of some poems and short stories that I've written. This was actually an assignment in class, but I thought I wanted to share it with everybody. (I'm really sorry, I'm not very good with writing poems and I can only write in repe...