Light...Is not always good...

This was just an on the spot thing....It goes along with my other poem...Can you see me?....

A chill...Cold fingers tracing my spine...

I spin...No one...There is no one in sight...

No one tracing my spine...That I can see...

There...In that tree...A dark figure crouches...

Keeping low in the branches...Hiding...Stalking...

In my warm home...

A tingle...The breath of an intruder...

A hand over my mouth...A scream, muffled...

A knife at my throat...A voice in my ear...

"Boo...Happy Halloween"...

I see the blood...On my clean white carpet...Hear my daughter cry...

There she falls...From the balcony...Rope around her neck...

I see her...Standing there...Watching the man...Crying...Screaming...

She cannot see me...Hear me...Touch me...

I cannot comfort my baby...My child...

The girl with the braids...The little girl in the little white dress...

I watch her...Follow her...She thinks she is alone...

She knows not that I am dead as well...She could not see my blood...or my body...

Then I see a light...Beautiful....White...Golden...

I hear a voice...Sweet melodic...

Nothing I can do? For my baby? My child?

I chase the light...To afraid to make the decision on my own...

Light is not always good...Sometimes light contains darkness...Throws shadows on your soul...I followed the light...Left my child...And now I am trapped...Encased in ice...While the dark soul watches your every move...Tortures with words...

 

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems

Reviews

[Nobody.]

Very dark and interesting nightmarish piece of writing. The vile images and implied fear struck me deeply. Well done.
Cheers!

[GTVile]

Wow, dark and pretty epic. I like that you apply fear. Particularly, that you apply fear well. You kind of throw a few different emotional responses out there and then make the reader feel the confusion of the narrator. Good job.