Hiding in the attic
I couldn’t take it anymore
The fighting was erratic
And everyone thought me a bore
Cries sounded around
Yet I was silent
The others were upset again
Sounds like one went to town
The sound of footsteps filled the air
Like a cricket in the dead of night
Slowly making their way closer
Til I was frightened by an awful sight
A putrid smell filled the air
Liquor drank just before
This THING came to stare at me
Then there sounded a familiar roar
Laughter
It found me funny
How- I know not
There was no humor in the situation at all
Walking closer
it smelled me like a rose
Then dropped to my feet
And began mumbling by my toes
There it was again
The laughter
It laughed to the air
Which filled the empty walls of my lair
I was done watching this unfold
I took my bat and smashed and smashed
Crack!
I bashed every bone I could now see protruding from it
I looked to see it laughing-
Still!
I swung until I couldn’t
But that wasn’t enough
The roaring went on forever
It would never stop
I ran downstairs toward the door
And kept my legs going on, until they made me drop
Down the street
Through the park
Into the store
Right into the aisle
Before I knew it, I was home
in the attic
Listening to the roaring again
My mind, crystal clear
My mother laying there
Broken on the attic floor\
Her eyes giving me a dead stare
Using the item from the store
I sank it deep in my heart
Yet my knowledge hurt it more
So I did it again
My life was never easy
But I always had my family
My mother may have hurt me
But I was her life
I couldn’t believe myself
How could one be so cruel
I thought she was frightening
But it doesn’t compare
I am her life
As she is mine
A common love really
That cannot be undermined
Death was a nightmare
Yet not even real
I would die a thousand times
But my heart would be broken still
I thought I've seen monsters
Had a few experiences scored
But humans are the true haunters
And I am the most horrid
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 5:19 PM UTC
Hiding in the attic
I couldn’t take it anymore
The fighting was erratic
And everyone thought me a bore
Cries sounded around
Yet I was silent
The others were upset again
Sounds like one went to town
The sound of footsteps filled the air
Like a cricket in the dead of night
Slowly making their way closer
Til I was frightened by an awful sight
A putrid smell filled the air
Liquor drank just before
This THING came to stare at me
Then there sounded a familiar roar
Laughter
It found me funny
How- I know not
There was no humor in the situation at all
Walking closer
it smelled me like a rose
Then dropped to my feet
And began mumbling by my toes
There it was again
The laughter
It laughed to the air
Which filled the empty walls of my lair
I was done watching this unfold
I took my bat and smashed and smashed
Crack!
I bashed every bone I could now see protruding from it
I looked to see it laughing-
Still!
I swung until I couldn’t
But that wasn’t enough
The roaring went on forever
It would never stop
I ran downstairs toward the door
And kept my legs going on, until they made me drop
Down the street
Through the park
Into the store
Right into the aisle
Before I knew it, I was home
in the attic
Listening to the roaring again
My mind, crystal clear
My mother laying there
Broken on the attic floor\
Her eyes giving me a dead stare
Using the item from the store
I sank it deep in my heart
Yet my knowledge hurt it more
So I did it again
My life was never easy
But I always had my family
My mother may have hurt me
But I was her life
I couldn’t believe myself
How could one be so cruel
I thought she was frightening
But it doesn’t compare
I am her life
As she is mine
A common love really
That cannot be undermined
Death was a nightmare
Yet not even real
I would die a thousand times
But my heart would be broken still
I thought I've seen monsters
Had a few experiences scored
But humans are the true haunters
And I am the most horrid
This is the second poem for the challenge! I know I haven't mentioned it before, but this poem is a perfect example for it. I love telling sequenced stories throughout my poems, it always makes them more lively (in my opinion).
