The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

A Poem by lissa3333333

Caught 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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that was very interesting :) i really loved the suspense of the story. Check out some of my work if you don't mind

Posted 8 Years Ago


Quite chilling this..excellently written!!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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lissa3333333
lissa3333333

Kenosha, WI



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Hello 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..

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