Lost..in a foggy maze
I hear it
Calling my name
All my fears
Haunting me
The monsters in my closet
The silent hauntings of my soul
I hear in the fog
The sounds of childhood bullies
The sounds of Mommys beatings
I hear it all
The cry of faraway screams
Of my childhood dreams
I can't breathe
They are coming...
Lost in a foggy maze
Frantically wanting out
I hear the clawing of my nitemares
Digging in my naked flesh
The dragon under my bed
The ghost in my story book
All out to get me
Dragging me into the depths
Of the fog
Where I am
Shredded alive
Tormented to
Unimaginable horrors
Of blood and death.
Great Write and all to chilling! What more can I say?
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
Wow, chilling!
Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2003
Excellent work Phantom Phoenox. You've done something more beautiful.Excellent picture too Phantom Phoenox. Every Lines Marks the Horror in it. Beautiful work. Wow wow...
Linda...this was intense. Had me shaking in my boots. It kind of gave me the picture of how I felt the first time I seen Fred Kruger. I love the way your collaboration with Phantom Phoenix kept me interested and anxious to find out the outcome. This turned out very well.
Chris has been fostered at the Crowley boot camp since he turned seven. At sixteen, he is finally ready to run away because his foster father is an abusive person who works Chris and the other children to the point of exhaustion. All he has left of h
© Linda Hill & Phantom Phoenix 2003
~Sanilnath
I would have called this poem.
"a Mazed Fog"
I have been away, I need to settle down.
Morchuis
Love it.
~E
...in my story book
All out to get me"
loved that line. great write.
Nancy
Jack