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I enjoyed writing Dark Poetry several years ago. This is one 0f my favorites.


Submitted:Feb 23, 2010    Reads: 54    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I hear the sounds
Outside my home.
T'is quite, soft,
but I do hear them.

The sound increases.
A scratching,
no, a nibbling,
as if tiny things were eating.

I lie silently, still and cold,
my body, a mere shell of
what it once was
in life.

But I am conscious,
I am aware,
my mind is alert
though I cannot move.

The sounds grow louder,
I hear them breaching
my home's wooden walls!
They arrive without invitation.

I feel them wriggling,
chewing, biting,
I know they are all over me.
I cannot scream!

Is this what hell is?
Lying in what was
to be eternal rest!
No - I am a banquet, a meal.

My mind is reeling,
I try to cry but the tears,
they don't come.
I am being devoured!

Help me! Free me!
I want forgiveness now!
Please! I know my sins!

Silence... but for the chewing





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