Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 5,160 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

Scary Man In The Door Way - Poem by Is It Poetry

I have stuck to what I saw and felt that night
blocking out the light
it was more than huge,
and the size of it it matters when your scared.

A little girl in bed alone was me
to see the tall wide tree
growing right through him
I can see his face
and feeling numb I was the first.

I could hear him breath
his breath was cold and warm
I know it was
he pulled my lips apart.

This was more unlike that time
a body
dead on top of me
his eyes bored into mine.
even there my flesh began
to sweat.

I could hear the great long saw
those teeth
going back and forth
pulled
in and out the wood
his head was dark and strong
he scaned
the room as it arose
the bottom of my heart
fell out.

Black pants, black shirt
my white bed to this dark man
hidden in the shadows
He is much to tall.
He took up the length of my small bed.
As he smiled and looked at me
looking at his head.

I held my breath
leaning over me he put his finger
to my lips
he then said to me ''Ssshhhh''
and just like you this is how life started.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2014



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