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The Haunting
Contributed by
raejane
on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 06:51:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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In the darkness of his mind he sees them.
They crouch around corners
They hide in shadows.
He's afraid to close his eyes
Afraid they will touch him
Afraid they are seeking him out.
The undead
the spirits
the ghosts
Gone before their time
awaiting revenge on the living
He hears them on the stairs
Sees them in the shower's mist
Feels them in the chill of the air
He can hear them whisper
laugh
breathe
He feels mad
insane
crazy
He's losing touch on reality
Doesn't know where the living ends and the dead begins
He notices things are out of place
books moved
pictures askew
clothes gone
He knows they are watching
He has what they don't
Life
They want it back
They'll take his
His sanity
His calm
He hesitates to tell
to ask for help
to beg them to leave
It's life
but it's lonley
He's created this hell
The ghosts of now are the ghosts of his own creation
Without them he's alone.
That frightens him more than anything.
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raejane
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2004-08-23 18:51:47]
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Re: The Haunting
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by Whisper on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 07:10:26 PM AEST
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Wow good write that. Good choice of words to get the emotion going.
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Re: The Haunting
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by afterdark on
Monday, 23rd August 2004 @ 08:19:16 PM AEST
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Another good poem..Good job..
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