Spirit World

Spirit World

A Poem by Popshakes
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This poem was written two years ago and is based on the paranormal.

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Somewhere deep in the woods I hear them -
whispering in my ear,
playing with my hair - 
my spine chills when they're near.

Moans and groans fill my mind -
I cannot escape them -
these demons that follow me,
no matter where I wander.

I'm never alone -
I can feel their eyes peering through my soul. 

Somewhere deep in an abandoned cabin I feel them -
stroking my cheek,
laughing at my screams - 
my heart races when they're near. 

Their taunting smirks fill the mirrors -
I can feel the glass behind me cracking a grin.

All I can do is wander -
wander down the halls,
every step I take I hear creaking -
laughs fill the hall as I enter the kitchen.

Somewhere deep in a broken kitchen I sense them -
banging the pots,
the fires roaring from the oven -
my skin pricks when they're near. 

Knives fly here and there -
plates break as I trek forward,
the pieces scattering about my feet -
the feeling of hands grasp my own.

Their cold claws pierce my delicate skin -
their grimace burns into my mind as they disappear. 

Somewhere deep in a broken mind I see them -
pointing and laughing,
baring their teeth at my pain -
I can no longer take this torture.

Trying to escape that masquerade -
trying to make out what's real,
the spirits take form - 
they take a shape uncanny to any other I've seen.

A ball of gaseous horror begins to bare it's teeth -
his hands appearing from nowhere as it disconnects from the body.

Somewhere deep in a broken world there are no laws -
figures appearing out of thin air,
tormenting any who stray near -
that's the world I live in now.

I can feel his breath on my face -
the gas emitting from the specter nauseating.

As his grip tightens I can feel my life slipping -
but as soon as it begins the feeling fades, 
as the sunlight glimmers some hope -
I watch as the ghastly figure disintegrates. 

Somewhere deep in the woods is a broken child -
a child who witnessed the horrors of the undead,
ghosts as some may call them -
demons from beyond.

Petrified emotionally -
a nervous wreck crawling towards the light, 
the only solace in the terrifying darkness - 
I feel a whisper blowing into my ear:

One day you shall return to our realm -
and when you do we'll be waiting for you.

© 2015 Popshakes


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Added on July 3, 2015
Last Updated on July 3, 2015
Tags: paranormal, ghosts, spooky, night, house

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Popshakes
Popshakes

Redlands, CA



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Hello, my name is Brittany and I am a part-time writer. I dabble with emotional pieces of work and write primarily free verse poetry. more..

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