Fear.
I hear something
Something close yet far
Where is it coming from?
I feel it
Getting closer
I can not see
I can not think
I can only feel
As it approached something seemed wrong
Sadness and despair filled the endless void around me
I felt icy claws dig into my clammy skin
Eyes staring
Voices judging
Laughter echoed in the darkness
I am alone
Yet surrounded
My heart is filled with panic
My ears with cries
My lungs with thick toxic liquid that prevents me from breathing
I tried to scream but I only could spit out black slime that melted my face as it ran down my chin
I realize there is no hope for me
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AN:
I thought I posted this a long time ago- welp--
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Virgil's veiw of things
PoetryShort poems about what Virgil has experienced and how he feels most of the time.
