Pain strikes, dagger sharp
Like needles penetrating through my heart.
A knife carving, digging deep
I yell, then I weep.
Am I dying
Alone in this gloom?
This blackness, coldness
Alone with my thoughts
Within the walls of my room.
It creeps
As I sleep
A chill running down my spine
A floating figure
A ghostly whine.
"Hello, who's there!?"
My voice answers me back
"It is I!"
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Author:
Bibbeck (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who is this? Possibly another nightmare.
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Comments1
Good write, nightmares can be so shocking sometimes.
Thanks Goldfinch. Too easy sometimes though for the mind to wander into the darkness when trying to escape from pressures in the light.
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