
The Darkness
The streetlight flickers.
I hear footsteps behind me.
No one is there.
Shadows grow tall.
My breath tastes like fear.
The wind says things I don’t understand.
Every corner hides a face I cannot see.
The walls seem to lean closer, waiting.
My pulse drums louder than the night itself.
The ground beneath me feels like it swallow me.
I hear whispers that aren’t words.
The darkness curls around my ankles, pulling.
Every sound is sharper, closer, alive.
Will I ever see the morning again.
Or am I already swallowed by the dark.
The moon peeks once, then hides.
Even the stars look away.
I walk, street looks longer than it should.
Will anyone ever find me here.
Or will the night keep me forever.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️




Comments (2)
bone chilling-I myself take ubers at night now
Chilling and I feel the fear of the words. Good job.