This is a short story, not a poem
So dark… my foot steps echo off the cool damp walls. I plunge through the darkness, in a desperate act to get away from what was following me…
Terrified, I search for some way out from under ground… razor like teeth, It could tear me apart within seconds.
I can almost feel it snapping at my heels, whatever it is… out, I have to get out! !
To the surface. Away from… It. The terror of my nightmares, it has come to haunt me once again.
Over the days I had felt it lurking around every corner of the tunnel, I couldn’t get away, I couldn’t sleep,
I couldn’t get out, and now as I ran for my life I could hear its growl and the earth trembled.
I knew it, it was waiting until I grew weak before it leapt for its prey…
Now I wasn’t even so sure that I would live to see the sunlight. I was on the verge that I was so tired I could hallucinate,
or dropp on the floor stone cold from exhaustion.
Closer, was it getting closer, or farther away? I couldn’t hear it any more, all I could hear was my heart.
Daylight had been present for a few hours now, which surprised me because I had suspected the creature would launch its attack during the night…
Its plan had not been foiled, it had caught me by surprise. Exactly what the creature had wanted.
If I had lost the creature, I’m sure it would find me again from the pounding of my heart.
I could hear the blood in my ears pounding, sounding like the noise was reverberating through the cave.
I couldn’t even think any more. But I did know I couldn’t stop running, I had to get out.
As the tunnel curved upward, I could hear the monster again, it had found me. Maybe if I could get to the surface fast enough,
I could find somewhere to hide. The sound of the monsters hideous growl was louder than ever, making my head throb from it.
I could see some daylight, maybe there was hope after all!
Faster, faster, I have to get above ground… Light! ! ! !
The vibrations clashing with the loose debris clumps of rock and dirt made me falter and slip,
And as I plummeted back into the dark hole, it was right on top of me….
AAAAAAAH! ! ! ! ! ! !
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“Honey? ” “Yeah? ” “I think I just ran over that pesky varmint with the lawn mower! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem