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xSilently Screamingx

Poetry By: XxlulucrossxX
Poetry



Title tells all! :DDD (Not gonna elaborate! XDD)


Submitted:Feb 20, 2012    Reads: 70    Comments: 35    Likes: 14   


I'm silently screaming

In fear.

For many reasons

That I cannot count, nor state.

But I'll tell you how it all starts

Readers.

Just remember

That you asked for it.

For there is a building, standing in a big neighborhood.

Framed by a creek, and the small woods.

Now this place; I've ventured afore. This place, my nightmare starts.

Unceasingly. Forever more.

Now, this building, I enter.

Doom flowing through my veins

Hopelessness drowning me in it's thinkness.

My knees threaten to falter, but it holds. Through sheer will.

But we all know, that sheer will can break, just as easily can a man squish an ant.

Pulse quickens

Hands shaken

And a sense of death and torchure envelops you.

This, I am frightfully scared of.

This, I'll tell you about.

Now, a long dark hallway I enter.

With it's many doors.

What lays beyond these doors, you do not want to know

For it'll mean certain death

And loss of mind.

Fear. A never-ceasing feeling.

A sense of dread.

A feeling no one would like to claim as a friend.

I want all this to stop!

I silently scream.

Please stop, I beg you!

But I have to.

For my Family.

What choice do I have?

A sense of finality catches me off-guard

My eyes start feeling tear-y.

My friends....

I am sorry.

I won't make it.

Walking down that long dark hallway

Shadows of Death beckon for me to follow them.

I ignore, no matter how difficult the concept was.

For this...

Had to be done.

I'm sorry everyone.

I won't make it.

I'm silently screaming.

I stand outside the darkest door of all.

It's contents; inside. Mysterious?

No. Not at all.

No. This can't be happening.

I wasn't prepared for this! Please don't make me do this!

I take a shudder-y breath.

Nervous-ness clutches at my heart.

Silently Screaming.

And reaching out towards for the doorknob, I turn it.

It opens. With a clack.

Slowly, I look inside, and up at the dark figure behind the long table.

He smiles at me.

"Ah, so you finally arrive! Class has already started. Take your seat, and we may begin the Test."

Silently Screaming.





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