Blind Panic
Thrown into darkness all around,
the whispered threats the only sound,
my hands are bound, my feet are tied,
I heard the way the others died -
their screams still echo in my head -
then shuffling footsteps round the bed,
the whirring chainsaw ever near,
I pray my heart will stop with fear...
written 10th October for Carolyn's Halloween Fright contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2020
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