Fear

Warning: This poem is super scary. It's about a ghost in a hospital

As I stand alone in this hospital,
I look at myself in a mirror nothing but skin and bones.
I remember being so old,
I feel so cold and lonely.
Why am I here?
I walk in the dark hallway calling for nurses.
“Help! Help!”
Nurses fear me as they can’t see me,
They hear me calling, “Help! Help!” again.
I went near them as they pass me.
What is wrong with me?
Why do I fear them?
Am I dead?
I remember my head bleeding,
As I lay down in my bed.
What happen to me?
Why every time I see them, they can’t see me?
I see demons coming for me,
Some of them want to drag me in hell for all eternity.
I hide in this man room in the hospital,
I see him laying on his side.
I started to fade away,

Before more people will fear me in this day.

Author's Note

This poem also give me the chills when I wrote it. How about you?

Reviews

[Ice QueenJen]

Its good, and keeps you wondering why, how, and whether they will succeed in dragging him to hell.

[Nikki]

I like it, keeps you on edge.

[Bandgeek]

that was a good poeem

[HopelesslyDevoted]

creepy... a poem that could definately make you afraid of death if you weren't already.

[quill of shadows]

nice though its not reely scarry to me more creepy then annything but im not reely scare of ghosts anyway more so facinated then annything

[AniBaum]

Good one :)

[Loner]

U will give me a heart attack!!!! chilling fear.

[Dutch Jr.]

The pic is creeeeeeeppppyyy... whoaa

Anyways, your poem was quite vivid and a great read. Nice write.

[Zoe Anne]

I certainly thought this poem was creepy, and I absolutely loved it. This reminds me of a "Tales from the Crypt" story. I think that this is creepy because we're all going to have to go through this someday in our lives; isolation, fear of death, aging, and fear of seeing your dead-self... It's scary, but very real... Besides that, this is a great poem to freak anyone out on any stormy night!

[Ruth]

Certainly does sweet! There is an essence of ODE to this! I like how it can be interpreted two ways, one of which is the OBE and the person observing himself rising from a dying body, or a person realising they are failing, great piece friend! xx