Aug 2015
Whispered voices fill the halls
Ghostly hands reach from the walls
And yet my heart, it feels no fear
As I seek out the voice I hold so dear
Icy fingers grasp my arms
Gasping voices promise harms
I fight against them with each step
You can’t have me, not quite yet
But then I see your shadowed face
Veiled in a web of spider lace
So then, my dear, I’m much too late
And with a final kiss, you seal my fate….
Ghostly hands reach from the walls
And yet my heart, it feels no fear
As I seek out the voice I hold so dear
Icy fingers grasp my arms
Gasping voices promise harms
I fight against them with each step
You can’t have me, not quite yet
But then I see your shadowed face
Veiled in a web of spider lace
So then, my dear, I’m much too late
And with a final kiss, you seal my fate….
Poem 4 in my "What Dreams May Come" poetry writing challenge. The challenge is to write poems based on your dreams from the night before. For more details please see my profile. I'd love to have you join in the fun!
(Texas)
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