Webs are spinning,
I can hear them,
The whisperers are whispering my name.
What are these shadows that creep from the dark?
They’re driving me insane.
There’s something out there but I can’t see it,
I know it’s far from reach,
Yet I feel it coming,
Something’s coming,
I tell but cannot speak.
It’s there in the corner, it’s right behind me,
It’s here inside my head
But no one will listen
And no one will see it
Too late, I guess you’re dead.
Copyright© RMC Jan 2018 Daily prompt
Boom, what a gut punching twist at the end. Loved it..
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Thank you. This was all down to you and your heartfelt post, ‘dear friend on a bridge,’ I just sat and wrote without any constrains, Just letting emotions and stuff bubble and this was the result. Should I be worried?😲 So thank you for helping me become a better writer.
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No need to be worried! Don’t think just write, you can work out what it means afterwards. Thank you that’s the nicest thing anyone has said for a while…
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