Dead end

Walls closing in,
Towering over me.
Breathing sped up,
Heartbeat rising.
Nowhere to turn,
At the end of the road.
I can't turn back now,
They wouldn't let me.
Crying for help,
Nothing but my echoes reply.
As I wish for nothing more,
But for the ground to swallow me whole...

Author's Note

Bored...

Reviews

[Jonathan Ballam]

Short and it packs a punch. Loved it!

[writer4eva]

love this! is this by any chance a poem about vampires, cause it sounds like it.

[Alys Jackson]

No! What the hell makes you think it's about vampires?

[writer4eva]

idk......it just reminds me of something to do with vampires.....

[Alys Jackson]

I'm getting a funny feeling about you... you remind me of someone...

[writer4eva]

who?

[Alys Jackson]

I'm not going to tell you... yet... cus then, if my instinct is true to me once more, you'll change.

[writer4eva]

what ARE u talking about?

[Alys Jackson]

... i'm not telling you until my instincts have been confirmed...

[writer4eva]

do we know each other somehow?

[Alys Jackson]

I'm still deciding...

[Alys Jackson]

Lets move this into our message thread

[writer4eva]

ok

[quinfinn]

i really like this write. feels like being chased by very dangerous prey. i know this feeling of wanting the earth to open up and swallow me whole to rescue me from my pursuers. very nice!