A Grave Trap

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

I fear I'll never escape.

I see you.

Can you see me?

An eye-less object.

Does that mean you’re blind to me?


I can see you.

Even when you’re not there.


Are you grinning when I’m gone?

Is this how you play your game?

Your sockets are traps.

I fall into without notice.


Is there escape for me?

Can I regain my focus?

I’ve lost to a superior mind.

You meddled in my head.

How can such a thing be possible?

Why am I a prisoner of the dead?


I live without chains.

I reside in the dark.


Is this all a game to you?

Is this a lark?

I fear I’ll never escape.

Is there a chance I can leave?

Spare me some sympathy.

Or did you leave it in the grave?

Submitted: February 27, 2019

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Oh, this is beautifully done. Trapped by the eyeless sockets of a skull, held in an inescapable gaze Excellent, Jeff!

Wed, February 27th, 2019 9:38pm


Thank you! Pic-inspired through and through. :)

Wed, February 27th, 2019 2:02pm


Love the cover. Excellent piece, Jeff

Wed, February 27th, 2019 10:39pm


Thank you, JMM! It's the inspiration for the poem.

Thu, February 28th, 2019 10:56am

tom mcmullen

Good poem Jeff, death is eternal?

Thu, February 28th, 2019 5:28am


Thanks, Tom! That's a good way to look at it.

Thu, February 28th, 2019 10:57am

Keke Serene

I've learned that humans and elephants are the only creatures startled by bones of their own species. Honestly the creature holding the skull seems alien with that big eye in profile. And I like the contrast of the skull and the darkness. Its an accepted concept for me that in death there's freedom, but there's also freedom in life as well. If only this poor chap could look away, I'm sure he could escape the trap. A thinking poem for sure- very indicative of plots where silly historians get caught in traps lol. It reminds me of another story you wrote- heavy on dialogue, which now I want to read, but here's to luck finding it lol!

Sat, March 2nd, 2019 3:18pm


I agree, there is freedom in death, which is why people resort to committing suicide, I think, and there's also freedom in life. Freedom is subjective, however, as well as relative, and we don't know what awaits in death; for all we know, lifelong imprisonment or servitude could be waiting, but we won't know and probably never will.
Sometimes, we can't escape the traps we find ourselves in, no matter how hard we try. Other times, it takes a fresh perspective, either outside help or a moment of clarity, though when that help may arrive is anyone's guess.
Thank you for taking the time to give it a read, my dear!

Sun, March 3rd, 2019 1:37pm


I love the eeriness, Jeff! Excellent image too.

Tue, March 5th, 2019 2:17pm


Thank you, my friend.

Tue, March 5th, 2019 10:03am

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