"inturupted" poems
alone this morning
amber rays outstretched across the parking lot
and i'm the first one there
halo rising above the corrugated warehouse roof
the only car in the lot is mine
my skin warms with the beams that reach it
alone but, not quite lonely
gold specks are strewn across the asphalt around my feet
content with my being
humid air wrapping me in a soft embrace
his gray truck crunches past me
the sparkles dull and the rays fade
my clam is inturupted
the beams blend into a scorching wave
a simple " g'morning" reminds me of what i lack
the air tightens itself around my throat
lonely, but not alone anymore
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
Moss now grew upon the school door
Creaking as it twisted open upon my arrival
Only dust accompanied my descent
Setting sun rays filtered through the murky halls
Straining past the discolored windows
Pieces cracked beneath my steps
Trees had grown and clung to the walls
Wind whistled with the breeze
Steps echoed as I walked
Bouncing along the long narrowed halls
Leaves crackled, jostling as I crept along
Wood moaned and ceilings groaned
Water softened the once sturdy frames
The building wanted to die
Yet something kept it up
Something evil
Forcing the tired school to stay ***** deep within the wood
As if holding it up, dangling from the trees
Hanging
I could feel them
The eyes
Watching me as I walked down the rotting hall
Behind me I felt their little hands
Reaching out trying to grab me
Pulling my feet
I saw their faces
Twisted agonized faces
Shaped by the contorted wood on the walls
Wailing
Frozen with the fear that now gripped this place
Shadows danced along the setting sun
On the walls and across room
I past the classrooms
And in the corner of my eyes
They stood
Black figures made of shadow
Strung along
Black wiry bodies
With only two bright eyes
But when I turned they fled
Back into the walls whence they came
I reached the end of the hall
To where the stairs still stood
I heard a tune come from the basement
But stopped suddenly as if inturupted
The sun had now faded to gray
Only a scarlet tint colored the halls
Bleeding from the walls
The basement was dark
As I neared the bottom
The door still stood ajar
To a blackened room
A cold rush met me
Behind me they gathered at the door
I could feel their stares
Their cold blank stares
With mouths wide in a constant scream
I propped up the rope
And stepped up on a powdered box
And fell
The noose around my neck caught hold
And I kicked
But as I spun they were right there
Silently screaming right in my face
And I screamed for just a moment
As they grabbed me with their little hands
As they choked out their killer
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC