Thursday, April 11, 2013

Narative Poem


Endless Torture

Boom, crash I can’t look

I have to hide my eyes

I’m watching a scary movie

And I don’t know why

 


The plot is going to change

The music is getting deeper

I must get out of hearing range

Or I’ll have nightmares all night long


 

My mom says it’s just a movie

But can’t she see

I’m terrified

So again I hide

My eyes stay behind my hands

 

It’s too late

I can’t get the images out of my mind

This will be a long night

 

In my bed I lay wake

I don’t trust my dream to be safe

Foolishly I fall asleep anyway

 

Chasing, running......Nooo!!!

Panting, breathing hard, sweating

I need help, I’m trapped

 

Huuuuuuu! Gasping for air sitting up in bed

It’s was just a dream

A terrifying one

It’s over, I’m safe

But it’s not completely over

Night after night, it’ll happen again there’s no changing it

I can’t escape this torture

 

It’s only four in the morning, but I can’t go back to sleep

I won’t, not now

The fear, it’s overtaken my body, I have no control, no choice

I’m afraid to shut my own eyes

 

As fast as I can I turn on the lights

Running there and back

Back to the safety of my bed

This won’t last long, there’s school tomorrow

My eyes are heavy

They will collapse any second now

I need sleep

Giving in to my body’s cries

I shut my eyes in hopes I will be lucky,

Lucky enough to get a wink of sleep on this torturous night

 

I wasn’t so lucky

Waking up again in terror

It too late to go back to sleep this time

I have to get ready for school

 

Walking the halls

I’m tiered, unfocused, a mess

 

I’ll be okay though

This isn’t the first time

I shouldn’t be, but I’m used to it now

Sleepless night after night

It’s a pattern that never ends

1 comment:

  1. I liked your poem because it painted an image into my mind and I was able to vision each thing happening! Good word choices but I feel some could have been stronger. Overall, good job getting a point of what rated movies effects can have on people.

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