Haunted

A poem written about a haunting, it's relatively straight-forward

Haunted

 

 

Shades of grey I once knew so well,

Circling me like starving wolves

Getting closer,

closer.

 

I don’t know what they want,

          Why they’re here,

                   Circling closer,

                             Ever closer.

 

Make it stop.

          All the noises

                  

                   All the creaks,

                             The groans,

                                      The moans,

           The screams.

                     Make them all stop.

 

Trembling, I cower in my bed,

Covers over my head,

I whimper,

I plead.

 

Suddenly it stops,

Everything’s calm,

          Quiet.

 

Until tomorrow.

 

Reviews

[J.M]

Nicely done the agony and fear in this poem are very well expressed, along with the repetition of the fear. You have really captured the way things that haunt you come again and again. Well done!

[Meradee]

This shows desperation. Desperation that seems like it will only end temporarily. Fabulous. I really like the title. Haunted...it fits. The wolves are what haunts you. Very wonderful.
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