Poems From The Dark Minded

Hold Your Breath

I hear the voices downstairs,

My eyes slide to my mother, whose clothes have tears

She holds a hand over my lips and mouths one thing,

"Don't speak, silence your breathing."

She wanted me to hold my breath, so I did,

The voices downstairs sound livid

My heart pounds in my ears,

Yet, it echoes--my fears

I don't want to be taken,

They call us bad, they must be mistaken

Why must we hide, I still don't understand,

But regardless, I must stay hidden by demand

My heart pounds harder as my lungs beg for me to breathe,

But I can't, otherwise, I'll be the cause for one of us to grieve

We hear footsteps thump heavily down below,

A fate of doom continues to chase in toe

To stay hidden, I must not speak,

My voice is too loud and is weak

To stay alive, I must not breathe,

Even if fate seems so bleak