In The Mind of MadnessA Poem by Michael KnightThis is the end. Walking around. Minding my own business. And there I see it. A hole. Maybe a cave of sorts? or just a burrow from a gopher? seems pretty small, I can fit down.
I begin my descent, its dark, cold and the most creepiest thing: The sound of silence yes, it does have a sound, its nothing maybe the lowest form of static
I hear a shriek, I dont have a flashlight the only light is coming from the hole above I try not to stand in it, so whatever "it" was or is wont see me.
I hear a thud, right next to me and jump away to escape whatever it was and jump into the light. I close my eyes scared, frighted, my stomach squeezing itself out.
I open my eyes. I look up to get out of here, but cant, there is a glass where the hole is, and I see somebody writing down something, I call out for help, but does not hear me I try to break the glass, and do so while breaking my hand
In doing so begin the screams, the shrieks, the agony, the pain, the suffering, the emotion, the cries, the grief, all coming into the cave from the hole. I try to cover my ears but its too much, I cant take it, I don't want it, I just want it to be over but this is just the beginning. © 2012 Michael Knight |
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