Unsettling feeling,
hairs on end,
thoughts uneasy.
I swear I saw a shadow.
Is it imagined?
Now I feel queasy.
There's a sound,
beyond the door,
I try to listen,
hear some more.
Now I am scared.
no, I am petrified,
sure that I can
see those eyes.
Endless nightmares
we have shared.
I feel the presence,
unprepared,
from the sounds,
I am beckoned.
These are the final
steps I take,
As I slowly go
towards my fate.
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Dark Attraction
PoetryA collection of deliciously, dark poems. #3 in Poetry - 9/6/18 I hope you enjoy and any time taken to read, is greatly appreciated and if you wanted to hit the little vote button or comment, you will have my eternal gratitude. H x The main theme of...
