I felt the earth below my feet fall.
It was a low roar that echoed from inside,
Creeped out and invited in something unwanted.
Another demon for me to hide.
It smiled wide at me as it dove inside.
I squirmed, and danced like its puppet.
I can still feel it moving; Bugs underneath my arms.
The constant tickling of the unknown,
My fingers itch to find the source,
Waiting in anticipation, to see who it is.
What is this next date I have to endure?
I know how it ends.
With me on the tiled floors.
White to red.
Loud to quiet.
Those voices sing; Their siren song.
Hushed lullabies that send me off into the unknowns arms to be held onto tight.
Thats when I'll hear its name.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
