My head is pounding
as I try to arise
but I fall back into
the damp environment;
trying to gather my
senses and focus my eyes
I can hear footsteps
and feel an evil presence.
Chills run through my
body as I can’t see a thing;
I fumble in the dark
trying to find any kind of weapon
grabbing something substantial I steady my aim
and hope that this cave doesn’t become my coffin.
All the while backing up I’ve put myself in a corner
the outcome of my finality seems to be imminent;
my heart is pounding so hard from the unknown horror;
in its anger it
lashes out at me with ferocious intent.
I’m sent spinning
downward by its mighty blows
all of a sudden I’m
greeted by a deafening roar,
wakened out of sleep
I about jumped out of my clothes
because it’s my
mother yelling at me to do my chores.
Copyright by NewLife2008
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