pseudonyms & paragraphs

poetry for the bored

He walked along the stone stairs

A noise then came and raised all his hairs

The thought that a monster could appear

Left him in unrequited fear

But their were no monsters, in the deep dark

This wasn't a fairytale, he took a shovel and went to start

But that chill up his spine, and the hot twinge of fear

The heavy breath and what he thought to hear

He was quite sure there was someone else there

"Your going insane, you're all alone" He said to himself

A chuckle left but it wasn't his own,

Because he was with someone, that wasn't in his home

As his mind had spiraled, he thought and would think

"Maybe it's that something is missing instead"

He was still paranoid as he buried the box

Throwing away the key and locking the locks

For someone was missing, and it was in that case

For it held a body, or two, and a missing face

He chuckled with glee as he went on his way

Mayhaps his sanity did not want to stay?