When I was small, I could hear voices
At first, they lingered in my head
Sometimes I'd scream, without a choice
Then, something stirred beneath my bed
The voices changed with its new movement
The curtains still, would flow and sway
Blowing asking for my consent
As the moon hid himself away
I always knew when it was nearing
The floorboards cracked and windows moaned
Goosebumps raised my skin and hair
Chilling me right down to the bone
When I was small, they would come calling
Speaking to me through open flame
I would stare lost in it for hours
And one day, the voices learned my name
Something about them had a power
And soon I found out why they came
They wanted my spirit, to devour
The child inside me to reclaim
Waiting for the given hour
Forever to play those childish games
Beware the voices making you cower
For you will never be the same
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (1)
What a great Halloween story poem. Great work. Love the picture.