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My Monster

No where to hide

By Jack Wayne ArnettPublished 6 years ago 1 min read

The monster calls from down the hall

I run so fast, I trip and fall.

He´s getting closer; I hear his breath.

Certain death upon my chest.

Heart pounds so strong it sounds so loud.

His deathly growls, heart racing at a dangerous pace.

He´s all so close, I feel his touch.

I scream in panic, his touch so cold.

My skin crawls as yet again I fall.

Eyes wide shut a heart still put.

Silence falls, my eyes a gaze.

Wild in flame my game has gone.

What! He´s all gone!

Madness I cry.

Too late, hope fades and I met my fate.

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Jack Wayne Arnett

I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.

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    Written by Jack Wayne Arnett