FEAR FROM NOWHERE

The iron gates are set like a trap
to capture you
or to keep you from being captured,
the intentions are never to clear

You look behind you
The creeping shadows are filled with mystery
The haunting moon has its secrets of terror
and you are standing all alone

Behind the trees,
distorted images become threatening faces
lurking in the abyss

The darkness encloses you
The branches snap, the trees whisper
the wind moans
You run, your heart pounding
because you know they are coming for you.

© Jana Mitchell Riverbend Junior High

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