Scary October 25

Here we are at the unholy month of October. I thought I would do a paranormal, witchy, unholy bunch of poems, some new and some old.

Don’t forget to check out Jane Dougherty and Kat Myrman‘s plans for this month!

Today’s poem is about a Halloween Dream.

Image from Pixabay

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so.

Is there an end in sight

Will I escape this tunnel and find the light.

I leave the path and cross the fields

The corn is high in the wind it sways and wields.

Dare I run dare I move.

Is there a balm, my soul to sooth.

Crouching in the long grass by a stream

I pray and pray I shall wake one day from this dream.

Once again I hear the approach

Off the dark soul who on my soul does encroach.

Too late I run I feel his hot breath at my back.

Into the corn I to hide but speed I lack.

His nails scratching at me, my legs like led

Will not carry me. I see the light but it moves away too far too fast .

I fall hard and dash my knee

Too late too late he is upon me.

Fear is closing up my throat

He has me now I can see his eyes gloat.

Just when I can take no more

I fall into the black as I have a thousand times before.

I awake and all is quiet

Immediately feel the need for flight.

How long have I been running I just do not know,

Across this dark landscape that I hate so…..