Cree Stewart

Rookie (8-15-89 / Wyoming)

Pitch Black - Poem by Cree Stewart

You awake from a nightmare
and find the room pitch black
You notice your not on a bed
instead, a cold slab of concrete

Where am I you think
you try to move your legs
But their chained to the concrete
you begin to panic

Outside, you hear children laughing
you think of your own, and start to cry
You hear footsteps pounding up stairs
you yank the chain, hoping it would break

Something hard hits what could be a door
you stop yanking the chain to listen
You hear two voices behind the assumed door, Males
their planning something but you cant understand

Your hear a squeak, sounds like a door knob
you wait and see a line of light
A dark figure stands in the light
but his shadow blocks his face

Your heart beats faster, the room gets hotter
you feel your hands about to shake
He mumbles something as he drags in an unkown figure
the light turns on, and you see what it is

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 6, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 23, 2010

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