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As I run through the emptiness of the shadows
Running further into nothingness that consumes me
As my breath is consumed by the intoxicating air around me
My steps begin quicken, my feet padding against what’s below
I turn back to see that nothing is there, though I run even harder
I feel as if I am scared, but of what puzzle my frantic mind
My eyes shift to the door that is in front of me
I reach for the knob but the door moves farther away
I release a scream of frustration for I know that it is getting closer
I run even faster, though my effort is only pointless
As I feel the essence of it creep right upon my back
It grabs a hold of me and turns me face to face
As I was shocked in horror of what I saw
For I was scared of something that I should not be
It looked me dead into my eyes as I uttered the words
“It was me I was afraid of...” My eyes open, and I was awake
Nightmares of a Hopeless Girl
I cannot turn on the light,
As there is no light bulb there,
I am stuck within this night,
Trying to find my way out of here.
Needles coming after me,
Spiders spinning their webs,
I'm trying so hard to flee,
But my feet so ever slowly, ebbs.
With the ground so far down,
As I am peering over the edge,
Here I am, wearing my crown,
Stuck between a wedge.
You speak to me,
But I cannot talk,
Why can you not see,
That I can barely walk?
I walk ahead,
Only to be brought back,
I watch the fire as it begins to spread,
Waiting for the attack.
When you run away,
I try to look for you,
But I cannot find my way,
As the darkened sky loses its blue.
But now that I've awoken,
Drenched in sweat,
My heart has been broken,
As I wipe away the threat.
I find myself running
Away from the screams
Away from the fire
I turn around to see
The bodies burning
The bodies bleeding
I look down towards
The right hand of Judgement
The left hand of Wrath
I turn around to see
The red skies falling
The red ground decaying
I find myself running
Away from my genocide
Away from my fear
I wake up gasping
For the glorious day
For the nightmare's end
My legs are moving
faster than ever before.
They pull me faster and closer
to that rustic looking door.
Should I open it?
What will be inside?
Is it safety or
an unspeakable horror on the other side.
The nob turns slowly
but my hand has not yet grasped it.
I back away slowly
and the edge of the door seems to be following.
The doorway is darkened in a fog-like shadow
and my knees start to shake.
It's coming for me this I know
and it wants me for my soul is what it shall take.
The walls begin to grow dark
and my palms start to sweat.
It's been following me
but my heart and soul it will not get.
It's an empty feeling
filled with pain and grief.
It will steal my heart
because it is a love thief.
It's a thing called lovelessness
and it seeks to keep you alone
and your heartbeats it shall postpone.
Shhh, now go to sleep.
Sink into those cool cotton sheets.
Not a peep.
Shhhh... Just breathe...... Deep.
The hour is late.
The playground of your mind awaits.
Resting bones just can not wait.
Oh, but my sweet girls and boys...
... so quickly fantasy deploys.
Reality becomes white noise.
Know only my voice,
Unknown is the destination.
Darkness, thick like perspiration.
Breathing quickens. Heart is racing.
A silent scream of desperation.
Tossing, turning. No escaping.
Your sinking hole continues gaping.
Thoughts unleashed, can leave you shaking.
Evil, murderous, and raping...
Raping of your innocence.
You cry out for this curse to lift.
But, not a sound will leave your lips.
So tears just drip.
Into your cotton pillowcase.
Which soon encounters your embrace.
With a look of horror on your face.
You look around your empty space.
Confused and so disoriented.
Feeling as if you've been tormented.
Remembering all the sick, demented.
Yet this memory fades in seconds.
Forgetting what has just occurred.
And all that's left is merely blurred.
Yet, still don't forget a word.
This voice you heard.
...this twisted lullaby.
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