Poetry Anthology

11

I shake with fear as they pull me in.

It's so dark and eerie inside.

It makes me uneasy.

The water damaged walls,

And the cracking ceiling

Gave me the worst feeling.

My friends love these places,

But I do not.

Old abandoned houses

And factories too

Fill me with dread and anxiety.

For we do not know what lives within these walls.

Lost souls trapped.

Dark entities attached.

I begin to think of the bad things that could happen,

And those thoughts always outweigh the good.