The Unknown Poem by Benjamin Fulmer

The Unknown



Cold,
My breath is visible.
I feel my ring loosening
On my finger. If I don’t
Stop shaking, it will fall right off.

I hear something,
Every sound I hear is
Like a knife scraping my ears.
When I turn to see the sound,
Nothing.

I see the dark,
It covers me, covers my eyes.
Did something walk past me?
No, it’s just your imagination, I think to myself.
Or is it?

My own mind begins to frighten me.
The images in my head feel like
Ice being rubbed on my face,
An uncomfortably cold feeling.

The images in my head become real.
They circle me,
Push on me, tug on me,
They whisper things to me,
But I don’t want to know what they are saying.

No more, I say! No more!
They just push harder until I fall.
So this is what being alone is like, I think to myself,
But they whisper, “You are NEVER alone….”

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Benjamin Fulmer

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