Fear of the Dark
Running faster and faster,
I turn back for one last look.
It's still there, chasing me,
haunting me.
He waits until lights go out.
He waits until the fear rises.
He waits for darkness.
A monster.
by
LoveMeDeadposted on 06/18/2009
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I quite like this little poem I must say, it makes me think of how when I was a child I used to think I could run away from all my problems and eventually outrun them all... oh how I long for those days.. *laughs*