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Driven to Madness

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Below is the poem entitled Driven to Madness which was written by poet Bryce Biddle. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

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Driven to Madness

Fear flashes before my quivering eyes.
All you can hear are my fearful cries.
Darkness surrounding me. 
Has someone else found the key?
Creaks and groans fill the void.
My senses twitch as I feel like a droid.
Heart in my throat.
As I hide in my coat.
Silhouettes on the walls. 
To scared to make the right calls.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
Just the monsters who come to hit their mark.
A small light fills the room.
Someone soon might meet their doom.
Silence echoes in the house.
So silent you couldn't even hear a mouse.
Light is gone.
Will it ever turn back on? 
Tension as thick as butter.
Sometimes you think you hear a mutter.
At half past Two.
The light never came anew.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 8/24/2017 1:42:00 PM
This sounds all too familiar. Well written, but with a sat undertone. Welcome to PoetrySoup
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