All he wants is to see me dead,
don't worry, it's all in my head.
I think to myself, it's just another one,
in a minute, it'll all be done.
His sharp, long machete, gives me a scare,
oh this is all I can bare.
Hiding behind a tree on a silent cold night,
oh no! he sees me in sight!
I run as fast as I can, but it seems like no use,
looking back, his face shows nothing but amuse.
Tripping over a stick, I fell
what he was going to do, I could tell
Twisting and turning on my bed,
all in my head is the color red.
It's just a dream, I say
time to get on with my day.
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3 comments:
Oooh creepy nightmare! It's spooky! It's pretty good! Though there are the rythm is choppy. I don't know, maybe it's in the second verse. The 2nd and 4th line of the second verse feels too short.
Right away I wanted to keep reading your poem. I would have liked for your poem to be a bit longer. I feel like you could have gone into more depth about with it.
This was very funny because I totally know your inspiration for it! I liked how you made it in to a short story and it was very interesting. I wanted to keep reading! Good Job!
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