Archive for May, 2012

Rooms

Here’s a poem I wrote for school. It’s a narrative poem and obviously not true. It was made based on an image my teacher provided.

Rooms

The dark, run down building,
Deprived of all light,
Stands before me, haunting,
As silence fills the night.

The door comes slightly ajar,
As wind brushes my face,
Taunting me to enter,
This forsaken place.

My feet guide me forward,
Into the awaiting darkness.
Wind rushes inward,
And the door closes.

In the darkness, something stirs,
Something darker than dark.
My fear heightens, my heartbeat races
At what it might be and where it lurks.

My fear keeps me from moving.
In the darkness, another shadows shifts.
I run. I don’t stop running.
Room after room I pass.

Footsteps echo behind me.
They’re close, too close than need be.
Still, they, I cannot see,
But I hear them, clearly.

A light in the next room,
An exit from this horror,
An escape from certain doom.
I run faster.

The floor, covered in sand,
Hides an unseen barrier,
I trip and land,
Upon the sand covered floor.

I struggle to stand,
Feet slipping from beneath me.
A sound from behind,
I turn quickly…

And darkness engulfs me.