Poem #2

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The Narrow Escape

Blood splattered on the restroom floor,
Bones buried underground and more:
A crazy murderer is on his feet Wanting me to become a dead meat.

I saw his crime--and off I go,
Running fast like a nervous doe. He killed my classmate, I swear I'd seen
How horrible her death had been.

No one cares what's happening,
Their silent treatment was deafening.
I just sped up after his threat: "This hour will be your final breath."

A female brunette in blue and white,
Tried to help me when I'm in spite.
But as someone in black follows me near,
The girl's safety became my fear.
I returned to the school without being known,
while my face was still in tawn.
Inside, a blonde girl in white sits,
As in the campus a commotion hits.

I grabbed her hand and then we flew,
From a black dog and the killer's crew.
We escaped through a fenced hole,
widening it like a wretched mole.
I asked, "Why from them you'd fled?"
Yet she answered, "A student is dead."
So for hours we ran and suit,
While they're after us with a barking brute.

We ended upon a majestic house,
Which is alike to my aunt's spouse.
We banged at the gate, and ran inside
Searching for a place for us to hide.

We had almost reached at the top,
The run was so tiring I'd almost drop
In the gloomy attice we quickly went,
And behind the things we had bent.

After a while, footsteps echoed near,
While both of us trembled in fear.
They were so close I'd held my breath
For if we're found it'll be our death.

Minutes passed and they gave up,
In anger they had thrown a mop.
The girl was in a sad pout,
But I had silence in my mouth.

And then there's a change in sight,
From the house to my bedroom bright.
My skin got cold, and my eyes twitched;
"What happened? Am I bewitched?"

I now realized it was a dream so bad,
Gratitude to God is now what I had.
That nightmare gives shivers to my nape,
A horrible dream, the narrow escape.

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I also made this four years ago. I based it on the nightmare I had. It's really... weird. And I definitely feel crappy about the poem.

Nevertheless, this is the longest poem I'd made.

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