It's cold,
windows long gone.
Walking along the pitch black corridor,
surgical remnants are scattered.
The air, heavy and thick,
I dare not breathe,
the stillness is gripping.
yet...
Shadows flutter,
don't move, wait...
Emerging from a dim light,
a foggy silhouette,
frozen, watching,
past and present face to face.
The sound of my heart beat,
interrupted by the screaming!
A contest entry
- It’s a CREEPY Dark Rounds Contest by Paloszoo by Paloszoo.
1200 points, ended July 11, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Back in my younger days i spent nearly two years in such a place I was only 9 years old.
Strangely i have fond memories of the old place( I guess kids do not see the darker side of such places) I returned many many years later it did have such feelings as you described
Excellent
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Excellent
A very dark and well expressed write. You did great. Best of luck in the contest.
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eeeeewww. Excellent creepy and chilling imagery. I love it! Thanks for entering my rounds contest and for showing your work here. It's a pleasure reading it!
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My goodness.. this was like one of those horror movies.. I hate enclosed dark places... and this sent a shudder down my spine.. Very dark and scarry.. Wonderfully written..
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I definately have a fear of these types of places...
Well done!
K
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we spoke about this place the poem chilled me to my bone .change of undies required if I visit there. its a great write with strong feeling ..fear well done
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