Look-see, I spy me.
Grinning at the mirror,
Then counting to three.
Opening the drawer,
Anything to see?
Through the decorated door?
By the open wide windows?
Under the wooden oak floor?
Through the hallway of columns in rows?
I guess I will have to explore.
Going thru the dark hall of unknown .
Don't know where , when or what,
That doesn't want to be known.
Trying to keep my eyes shut,
Wishing that I was really alone.
I stare at reflections.
Maybe I would notice,
The answers to these questions.
And if only I could focus,
To handle my expressions.
Will I see it through the camera?
Any odd unusual formations near?
I must save some stamina,
In case anything will appear,
Or I'll collapse into a coma.
What am I looking for?
Is there even anything out there?
It's something I can't seem to ignore.
I looked here, there and everywhere.
Is there any place more?
Do I hide? escape? survive?
I do not remember such thing.
As well as who I am and when did I arrive.
Then I recall, I'm suppose to be running,
The chill on my spine reminds me to stay alive.
Then I get this feeling.
A stare so intense, I felt being ripped apart.
I checked back and forth, I don't know what I'm dealing.
All of a sudden the beating stopped in my heart,
For there it was, up on the ceiling.
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note: Original poem is in 'Random tales from the deep below' Book.
Poem version: September 2022
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A Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems 1 - 7 were all made during my school days as projects, or on a whim. all poems after that are either for poetry contest or when my mind starts getting overflooded with words or stories. +Enjoy ;D
