The lake near the woods,
It hides secrets many,
I think.
The monster underneath,
Peeks everytime I blinking.
I'd explore the lake ,
If I could,
The fear holds me back,
For my life is at stake .
The woods nearby,
Are in a wreath of smoke,
I try to deny the howls,
Of creatures so deep in the jungle.
I observe in silence,
As something moves,
In the wood's semblance.
I glance back at the lake ;
There is movement in the water ,
It makes me ponder.
My mind is never so awake,
As it is here,
I then lay down and glance at the lake ,
But with fear .
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Author:
Akshadha Joshi (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
It is of the unknown that we fear the most. A most intriguing and wonderful write of fear.
Thank you so much 💖💖
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