His Game

A short in a Poem

I smell dust,

Heavy and thick in the air.

It suffocates me,

Makes me feel like I am dying,

I wish I was dying.

******

I taste gravel,

Gritty and raw between my teeth.

And it rubs my tongue

Until it is raw and bleeding,

I wish it would kill me.

*******

I cannot move,

There is no space.

My arms are smashed between

My body and this wooden box,

I hate it.

*******

I hear him laugh,

It’s deep and husky.

My body starts to panic,

A thin layer of sweat covers me,

I am afraid.

*******

I do not know,

Where he is or has been.

Each step he takes rattles the ground,

That so calmly lies above me,

I am buried.

******

He put me here,

This is a part of his game.

To disorient me,

To scare me,

Until I am nothing but an empty shell.

******

Then he will let me go,

Only so he can begin the hunt.

And once catches me,

It starts all over again.

Author's Note

I just took a short story of mine and transformed it into a poem

Reviews

[nazia]

Excellent work.. it haunts you.. especially the lines:
I cannot move,
There is no space.
My arms are smashed between
My body and this wooden box,
I hate it.
*******
I hear him laugh,
It’s deep and husky.
My body starts to panic,
A thin layer of sweat covers me,
I am afraid.

the expression is so good and real..
keep up the good work

[L.P. Perez]

thank you so much. I am very glad you liked it, honestly I didn't know how well flow since I used more 'childlike' words, but to read this review I am more confident. Again, thank you so much

[nazia]

you're welcome. It is never necessary to use big difficult words to make a work effective even I dont use such words..
a good work just needs to connect...