The Beast

by MarissaMistaken   Jan 3, 2014


Sat and waited
Hours on end.
Finally gave up
And went to bed.
Laid there all night
As dark thoughts danced through my head.
Weary eyes,
Look half dead.
Lie and stare, but
Sleep, I do not dare.
The thoughts races
I get up and pace
Back and forth
Here to There
Am I simply getting nowhere?
Whispering, winds whisk through the door,
And chilling, thrilling creaks creep through the floor.
I look around with such a fright,
But atlas, I see...
Not a soul in sight.
"Have I gone mad?"
I question myself,
When cast'd out of nowhere
A bellowing howl
Run, I must
But barely awake
I grab a knife from the counter
He sneaks, He crawls,
Searching for my soul to take
Faster, Faster,
Down the hall
When suddenly... He is gone.
I crash to my knees,
A dreadful fall.
Was it nothing I heard call?
Crazy am I,
to perceive such a threat?
Could this be all in my head?
I stared into eyes, yellow and dark.
I stab, and stab again.
I stab once more.
Surely he could feel,
Surely he should be on the floor.
"Its not real! Its not real!"
I yell to myself
"Please! Leave! Go back to your hell!"
He stands, he stares,
He doesn't move an inch.
The wind blows. He goes,
Away like a mist,
Straight through my chest.
I feel him scurry and crawl
With every aching fiber of my being.
This cant be a reality.
I scream and scream
No one appears
Just me, a lone me
Sitting by the stairs.
I peer down the hall
All seems calm
The lurking darkness I fear
I see nothing at all.
I sit and wait for it to appear
Nothing. Not a trace.
Not a scratch on the wall.
Am I dreaming?
Dreaming of a beast,
A beast six foot tall
Chasing me down this dead end hall
Covered head to toe
In thick, grey fur
Paws thick, covered in dirt
I linger down the hall
Light in hand
Checking over every corner and crack
For this fantasy land.
The beast is gone.
But could it be...
Could this demon reside in me?
Insanity, I call it!
How could this be?
There in no such beast...
It time now to seek
Some well deserved sleep
Wander and wander
Into a room I crawl
The one to the left, at the end of the hall
'Tis where I lay my head to sleep
My soul has been lost by me
I lay to rest
My never ending slumber now begins.

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