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In Regret

Too late to go back
to where I don't even know
Just left without looking back
and ended up cold and alone

Sounds are amplified here
as if this place was alive
The wind like a breath on my neck
at least I hope it is wind

Shadows move in the distance
dancing in the corner of my eye
Where I am now concerns me
in the dark all looks ominous here

Leaves crunch underfoot
and seems to echo when I stop
Or is there something behind me
too afraid now to look back

The trees all seem to be leaning
as if reaching down for me
Like fingers stretching to find
and grasp me within their claws

Pressure on my chest controls me
can hardly breathe or even move
Red orbs appear in the dark
as branches encircle me

I now regret what I'd said
as the fingers close around my neck
The pounding in my ears turns out
to be the flapping of enormous wings

The orbs are now before me
a dank smell assaults my nose
My neck is being constricted
and terror floods my consciousness

 

 

 


Her friends never found out what happened
and her boyfriend will always regret
the words spoken in anger
that he'll carry with him forever


Author notes

She had a fight with her boyfriend and ran out of the bar, not paying attention to where she was going. She ended up in an old cemetery. And never left.

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  • Ethereal One gold member
    February 22

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    excellent!

    Your words have created a very dark, and frightening poem.
    The images are very real, and the background you have used, added to the suspense of every line. I know I kept looking at the trees as I read.

    Best of luck in this contest!

    Jeannette


  • Grey Mouser
    February 21

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    Well spun tale. Regret shall follow ones life till the end of his time. A deep saddness that echoes in the dark recesses of the soul. Moving write that speaks powerfully.
    Best to you.

    GM