So for this poem I wanted to something a little creepy, I was inspired by a really scary two sentence story that I heard, please tell me what you think!
M O N S T E R S
I heard my mother call me,
her voice so wise and sweet.
I went down the staircase,
in my cold bare feet.
I checked in the kitchen,
my mother wasn't there.
I checked in the living room,
there was nothing but a empty chair.
"Mum?" I said softly,
walking threw the hall,
"come downstairs, dear" she said,
Her voice made me stall,
I approached the basement door hesitantly,
A strange feeling in my mind.
Then I heard a noise from behind me.
A shiver went up my spine,
A closet door opened,
my mother was inside.
"Don't go down there honey" She whispers,
"Run! Run and hide!"
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Dreaming: A book of poetry
PoetryDreams of angels, Dreams of songs, Dreams that haunt you all night long. This is a finished book of poetry that I wrote in my first year on Wattpad. Is it good? I'm not sure, did I write it from my heart? Yes, yes I did. If you could leave a vote a...
