Attack

I look into your,

dark evil eyes,

that stare into my soul,

you reach out of the ground,

to pull your self out,

of the deep,

cold ground,

as I see your corpse,

coming out,

I start to shutter,

as I see the rest of you come out,

I start to run away,

but trip on a stump,

then suddenly the corpse,

starts crawling closer,

and closer to my leg,

and grabs a hold,

I try to brake the clutch,

of his hand,

but it was no use,

I knew there was nothing else I could do,

so I lay there and waited for the right moment,

when finally I got out of his clutches,

and got to my home,

of safety and warmth.

Reviews

[Ruth]

This works as prose as well as poetry, thats great:)
xx

[clauds294]

I feel as if this is a story more than a poem. The end is a bit confusing. Did she/he get home already or is she/he still in the corse's clutch's? and is "I" a girl or boy? sorry so many questions. In a way it is good because now you know this poem has driven thought into my head :)