HauntedA Poem by Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey
Dark clouds hide the moon
The end must be coming soon Blood on the sheets, Don't know the cause
How can these be When I am going Through man-o-pause S**t in my drawers, Can't shake this fear These doubts will not disappear Wolves begin to howl The stench is so foul The fog is so thick That it is making me sick Feel the rush, I feel the touch Of a cold hand on my cheeks I am so frighten that I can't Even speak One thing I know for sure Is that I can't take it any more I know that there is something Haunting me Will I ever be free? Chains have me bound No key to be found What is that screeching sound? Blood coming out the sink And running down the walls Demons walking up and down The halls Chandelier hits the floor I can't this anymore Something is haunting me I need to be free but I can't see Cause the dark clouds are Hiding the moon The end must be coming soon All the clocks have stopped All the doors are locked In my mind I am running Out of time The beast has cut its leash Where is the damn priest? Father forgive me of my sins Where does it begin? Where does it end? © 2015 Jerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. Dorsey |
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1 Review Added on March 17, 2015 Last Updated on March 17, 2015 AuthorJerome F Knox III pseudonym Nefarious J. DorseyPolitically InCorrect, LAAboutI have been writing since I was 9. I specialize in freeverse poetry and have cut my teeth on Political and Socially Conscious subject matters. My poetry is not for everyone but anyone who hungers and .. more..Writing
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