I see him standing there
In the shadows
Always lurking in the darkest corners
But never seeing, who he is…
Why can’t I see his face?
Why does he hide from me?
And why do I feel terrified when he’s around
Should I be scared?
My blood pumps deeper and darker
As I feel his hands reaching for me
His icy fingers, gripping my heart
Squeezing tightly, till the pain almost makes me faint
He release his grip on me
And I hear him whisper as he returns to the shadows
“One day I will be in control…”
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Don't we all fear the things lurking in the shadows. Good poem, it works well on different levels.
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Thank you
Wow, this was really great. I enjoyed reading it(: I'll be sure to check out more of your writing... and you should check some of my poems as well!
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I'll definetly check out some of your poems.
i have a new one im already working on
Wow, amazing poem o-O
You never know what will be in the dark waiting to grab you!
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This was really cool. I liked what he whispered, it was kind of creepy though. Anyway, good work. :)
Awesome! Aren't we all dreading that moment when we completely lose control?
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