The Beast Poem by Jaycee Wilkerson

The horriffic sights
squenting eyes
You would thought
I was staring
At a bright light

Grusume sounds
trembling
The beat of my heart

Our showdown is coming
I can feel it
He's close
My doors are lock
But he is a ghost

lock doors won't stop him
And if you hide
He will still spot you
The only way to survivie
Is to fight him

Im tired of running so
I am ready to invite him

He must feel my
Welcoming
because now
I can feel his presents

The lights in the room got dim
Frost starts to come from my breathe
Im shaking and praying
This is not my last breathe

Things in the room starts moving
The whole situation feels like a scary movie
I impatiently screaming show your self
Then all movment stops in the room

The room gets colder
Now Im feeling a airy ness
Over my shoulders

I hear the door unlock
But no one has a key
I wish and pray
I was sleep
But i know this
Is no dream

The door opens
And so does
My closed eyes
im ready to fight
For my life

I stand and face
The beast
To my suprised
What i see is me