The White Room Poem by Shannon Nicole

The White Room



Stuck inside one of my nightmares
Acid is oozing out of the walls
Of the white room
Seems as though the room is soundproof
That no one will hear when I scream for help
The man that I am so scared of
He's lurking around outside the room
These pictures plastered on the walls inside
Are pictures of the man himself
The writings on the wall were in blood
They said that the man would torture his victims
And skin them alive
He would just sit there
And watch their pain take them alive
When he was done torturing them so
He would chop their body up
And bury them somewhere in the sky
You could still hear the people's screams
They didn't want the man to come back
After I looked the man in the face..
I fell off my bed, wide awake

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