I lay there in my bed, with a cold feeling going through my body, all I hear is the blood, dripping to the floor.
I am in a panic cause my wrists are sliced and ropes dangling to which I am sore.
Just like a horror picture show, and something crawling from under the door.
I am so scared,
I can't move,
I am frozen to the core.
I wanna get up but I am to cold, never like before.
I see a bright light flashing,
I close my eyes, I then see my soul.
In the corner of my room, sits an old doll.
A spider, crawling on the wall.
But my wrists are dangling from the spirits that take them all.
It's just not my time, not my call.
I wake up terrified, realizing it was all a dream.
To the fear of my insides, i could not help but scream.
Thank you to my daughter nini100 who collaborated this poem with me.
©terrylin53
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