I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this for days
I look out the small window
I see stars and a crescent moon
I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this for weeks and months
I look out the small window
I see stars and a too pale moon
I am inside a room
I touch the walls
I stare at the ceiling
I stay like this as time goes on
I see shadows form and long moving things
I see creepy things
I hear scary sounds from other rooms
I hear strange voices in my room
I look out the small window
I see no more stars
I see more and more crimson moons
good write, thanks. I like it. i invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written but I am getting a little spooked