FEAR AND DARKNESS

Dark patterns confusing
Drifting lazy in the air
Passing before my eyes

I hear the heated breath
Wet panting
Hungers and nothing left

Black dots and lines
Eyes that bleed with appetites
Needing flesh and blood

I ask myself
As the shapes become danger
Is it too late to run?

Author's Note

My friend challenged me to write a horror poem. This is the result. Hope others enjoy this as much as she did.

Reviews

[Stacey Watts]

It is very good. I like the occasional horror poem and this one is very unique. I would definately run from that danger. Nicely done.

[Coyote Song]

Thanks very much. :)

[Tina Kline]

Nice job on this horror. The fear and confusion comes through powerfully until you realize you are, indeed, in danger. Very very well done! I enjoyed reading your poem.

[Coyote Song]

Thank you.

[Eric Cox]

I like the way you penned this. Excellent first horror poem.

[Tina Kline]

Nice review Eric.

[Coyote Song]

Thank you.