Light cuts out
An unfamiliar place
Door creaks somewhere
Rickety stairs lead into empty hallway
Dust had invaded
Without mercy, without shame
Light flashes somewhere
Throwing shadow on the wall
Again and again
Soft creaking of floor
Padded boots pressing on them
Latex sheath on hand
Holding a gun, in search of prey
Train approaches from afar
A rythmic crescendo
Rattles building like cage
Floors threaten to collapse on your head
Soft thud thud thud
Sound of killer's shoes
Synchronise with your heartbeat
Clock ticking without emotions
Looking for beating heart to kill
Breath quicken
Chilled to the bone
Shivering in rhythm unknown
Sweat run free
Heart beats like peddal drum
Everything going grey
Sound comes from way too far
Mind starts going blank
Can someone help please?
Want to see tomorrow
Want to live
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who is haunting us, God or the demon?
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A interesting read, i am not sure if sometimes it is both, well written
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Panic in the face of a threat a normal human response. Well described in vivid images in this poem grow and crescendo as they reach their climax.
Fear seems to be an integral part of our being.. The fight or flight response is almost coded in our DNA. I always felt fascinated with the manifestation of fear. Thank you for the read and comment. I value your support very much
This had THRILLER written all over it...and I am not speaking of the King of Pop's hit album or song! LOL! This seriously had me from beginning to end...and what happens? Left to the imagination to figure out. Wonderful job, my friend! 🌹👏
My morbid fascination with fear and its weaponisation goes back long time. No matter the reason, the manifestation seems to be similar. Even religions tell us to be afraid of God's retribution or the fear of being taken apart by the Devil. Freedom seems to be the apt antonym of fear. I feel I have done an inadequate job in portraying my thoughts through the poem. Please accept my thanks for stopping by and for being so kind as to leave words of encouragement behind. Value your support very much
You are welcome friend. As for your self-doubt, I am not sure why you would think that. Surely, given your author's comment, the poem fits right into that frame; however, what drew me to this poem was the thriller aspect, the way it draws you in, the way it leaves you hanging and, as good poetry should, the way it leaves you thinking. As for the philosophical overtones, I certainly understood them. The question for me is not, "Who is haunting us, God or the demon?" Fear of God, theologically speaking, is about knowing our place as creation in terms of our relationship with Creator...if one subscribes to that. Fear, as you rightly point out, has been weaponized by religious (and non-religious) institutions alike. No doubt about that. But is that God (again, if one subscribes to God...and even if one doesn't the answer becomes all the more clear...it's people who do this)? Perhaps your question is archetypal and metaphorical. I digress. For me, the question is why do we haunt ourselves in such a way? Also, what is true freedom and does freedom dispel fear? Could true absolute freedom possibly be a source of fear? Ah, so much to muse over. All the same, an excellent poem my friend that I forgot to like and fave. Remedied that!
Wanted to creep me out? You succeeded. Not one I intend to fave.... I want to forget....👍
😂 good to hear "succeeded" in any shape or form. Big thanks for stopping by and for your support
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