Stairs crumble, weeds flourish
Steep, uneven hill
You readily ascend it
Staying at a dead pace
Fog settles, breathing slows
Dewy, mouldy air
You gulp it down
Intoxicating your lungs
Floors decay, walls deteriorate
Grimy, old house
You enter through a broken door
Falling into an threadbare room
Empty rooms, echoing halls
Dusty, untouched dwelling
You disturb the haunting peace
Settling down on cold ground
Shadows linger, breaths dissipate
Dark, stormy thoughts
You soon drift into a sleep
Never to wake again.
YOU ARE READING
Shadowy Dreams Beyond the Wind
PoetryA poem that I had to write for a school assignment. Wrote at 12am the night before it was due, and the title was from a random title generator. The cover pic was the inspiration for the poem.
