Best Mysteryfear Poems
In this haunted room I feel a presence build.
So thick is the air, closing in as you capture space.
The empty chair that was, now your body filled.
Sudden cold spot blasting icy gusts upon my face.
Heart thrumming uselessly in my frail breast.
Pounding in my ears, drowning out the comfort of sleep.
Your shape of nightmares breaking hope of rest.
The black of your image forming thickly and dark too deep.
Your silence leaves open the whispers of dread.
What lurks in this ghost activity straining against the real.
A hand so close it might reach out to my bed.
The fear, overwhelming, lies in what you may next reveal.
Mundane is the car that slows close in the drive
Louder than all it seems after this panic, slowing to turn.
Light blazes through, clashing swiftly into my chilling hive.
I wait to see clearly, such excitement and fear as I learn.
Shadows revealed, nothing I might have guessed.
So clearly I see you in this light commanding dark's defeat.
A sigh passes over my lips my truest fear confessed.
For tonight, just a chair and a badly folded sheet.
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To fear the night,
is to fear what lies there.
The night only scares part of me,
the other craves it.
I fear what I can't see,
but feel sheltered by the closness of it.
I know what can be there,
and only the evil of it frightens me.
But to be part of it,
That is my dream.
For the dark is nothing to fear,
if your a part of it.
Cobwebs hang in the dark recesses of the cellar.
Water drips from broken pipes, Collecting in puddles on the concrete floor.
I hide behind the cracked and broken table
As my pursuer relentlessly searches for me.
Tap tap tap. His feet pace the floor
And then suddenly the tapping stops.
I can sense his evil intentions
As he tries to locate my hiding place.
Minutes seem to last days.
My heart beats loudly in my chest.
Sweat drips from my brow. The fear is unbearable.
But then he leaves.
I creep slowly from my safe haven
Praying that he will not return.
No sounds can be heard
Except the still dripping pipes.
But just as I reach the stone steps to freedom.
My worst fear is realised.
My nemesis has returned.
But as I look at him face to face.
Behold I am that very man.
Oh, the fear of growing old,
Youthful bodies now turning cold...
Death, the fear of a life unworthy.