The Waiting GameA Poem by lissa3333333Caught in a tight grip while being dragged down, down a narrow hall with a struggle to end all. But not a soul can hear the blood-curdling screams. Then violently thrown in a far away room with a crash and fall, ram into a wall. Hit the cold floor with a weep and a moan. A slam of the door and the lock goes click. Crawl into a corner and curl in a ball. Feel the damp darkness and smell the rotting flesh. Sit for hours and agonizingly wait. Then the door creaks, this is it. . . A flick of a switch and dim light appears. The first sight to see is my killer waiting for me. © 2015 lissa3333333 |
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2 Reviews Added on May 26, 2015 Last Updated on May 26, 2015 Authorlissa3333333Kenosha, WIAboutHello everyone! I am an aspiring poetry writer who writes about darker and thought provoking topics. I try to express ideas that are relatable and some that are ambiguous, that way they can be left up.. more..Writing
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