Poem : The Nightmare (Part 3)
The Nightmare
The nightmare,
the colour of blood,
dripping down the pipe,
still spooks me.
The nightmare,
the pitch-black figure,
chasing me down the corridor,
still haunts me.
The nightmare,
the mysterious-looking amulet,
with grim green skull,
still curses me.
I wish to be free,
free from the cursed,
free from the nightmare.
My goodness, that really did sent chills down my spine
ReplyDeleteA well written poem. Finally found your new talent!
ReplyDeleteNice poem and well written!
ReplyDeleteVery well written. Keep it up
ReplyDeleteI hope the figure doesn't curse me as well
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