fear of the unknown
as i sit on my bed staring deep in to the darkness there's no sound, only silence i hold back on my breath for whatever is out there i don't want it to know of my presence i don't want a sudden break of the quietness blooded and wrecked in violence suddenly, the door squeeks the bed creeks... i just wanna scream! i'm losing it- i'm going insane! i can feel my heartbeat as it pumply rushes through my veins fear captures my brain then there is calm again i let go of my breath i start to relax then i suddenly hear footsteps but they stop to the door next i hear a voice it's a man's followed by some noise then the still is restored thinking to myself,i start to laugh at first, at myself then at the realization that my thoughts were playing a trick on my brains that i was scared of something that didn't exist that i was scared of the unknown
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zuxmania
As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...
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