Chatter, chatter on the walls
The people stuck in place
By bonds worn thin by time and age
In this darkened place.
Everybody's safe and cold
In this cell of death
Creepy-crawlies upsidedown
Crawling on your face
You might think you're safe and warm
In your cozy beds
But if you stray far off the path,
You will end up dead!
Dripping dropping never stopping
In this Hallowed place!
If you go far you will see them,
Frozen in their place!
You may scoff now,
But you'll see;
I'll get you in the end.
And when I do you'll be like them,
Forever imprisoned.
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Everyday Life
PoetryPoems directly copied from my poetry journal. Comments welcomed