Best Scared To Death Poems
SCARED TO DEATH
I was warned not to go near that dreadful place,
And if I glanced them, to immediately
Turn my face,
Which I did, and began to run away in the pouring
Rain with all my might,
And turned down a dark lane thinking I was
Out of sight,
They however saw me and my footsteps
Began to trace,
I was afraid, horribly scared, trembling and
Wet, I was close to home, my safe space!
I hurriedly unlocked the door, the phone rang
It was midnight,
Heard windows shattering, dogs howling, the
Electricity died, there was no light,
A shadow emerged from nowhere, then two,
Three and four,
Vampires with razor sharp teeth surrounded me
Drooling, I looked down from above, I am no more!
These things are passing
temporary in their afflictions of
to be dealt with in problematical
or carried a brick of sacks
slung this weight upon the back
to weigh a feathers heart
against solutions search
These things are transient
present in busy most ephemeral knots
such worries jury-rigged encumbering
to calculate a livings worth
so scared to death of
it is said of life
And who by falsehood represents
itself in screaming rants
devise claims of despicable caesura
to toss and turn
upon the fortunes wheels
then scurry to dispassionate rat holes
of self preservation
Temporarily in their own affliction
the frightened cohorts of their own desperation
gnaw at the bone of life
in dire consequence to play host to their unnameable terror
of the scullions death to be there
and so to be scared to death of death
And yet, but of life, have no message to impart
naught but fitting to a whimper
and utter some vague hope in feeble attempt
of gratuitously taken breath
to the tombstones cold
have so departed
Sacrament, acquisitive, accomplished and accounted
the scratching chalkboard experience
in dusts wiped confounded
or of some worth to be measured by
was this life
or in truth so very scared to death
of death
These things are passing
so temporal with their afflictions
problematic to be balanced
on the shoulders of their solutions
gnawing on the bone of life
to weigh a feathers heart
against
Awakened from my slumber
The fear rushes through my body
My heart sounds like thunder
The air is heavy upon me
Creatures take shape
Molded from the black
Under the covers I escape,
but they're ready to attack
And then I heard
the floorboards creak
More chilling thoughts stirred
I even think I peed.
Voices begin to whisper
From underneath my bed
"What shall we do with her,
as we've scared her to death?"
09/01/2017
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
Theme Fear
It startled me from behind
but it could not hold its grip,
for in my hands I grasped it
and twisted it dead.
As shadows laid where none could go,
The dark sky etched fear in a scrawl,
Making hearts to leap out of sight,
Silhouettes of danger scared all,
A cooly breeze whispered the fright,
Meanwhile, death crept closer too slow.