Caught

A cold bead of sweat trickles down
Icy it slides over shivering skin
Ears straining for any sound
Are they still searching

It started over an hour ago
The quiet of night shattered
Then hell reigned upon
A cold bead of sweat trickles down

Into the house they crept as one
Rabid and feral
They came to play
I fled the screams
A cold bead of sweat trickles down

Guttural sounds and howls abound
Then the horror of silence
A feast in progress and a hunt to begin
A cold bead of sweat trickles down

Dank and confined a haven is found
Footsteps falter only inches away
Rancid breath attacks my nose
A cold bead of sweat trickles down

My havens entry is pawed upon
A breath held tight no noise not now
It senses prey I am sure of this
A cold bead of sweat trickles down

My haven a tomb
I am trapped and found
Blood red eyes stare into mine
A cold bead of sweat trickles down


Author Notes

An older dark poem

8 Comments for “Caught”

Raymond Tobaygo

says:

Good afternoon, Craig

A prolific poet, are we not?

A relentless evil, the visceral emotions it stirs within its victim is palpable, overpowering sanity and soul. Enjoyed!

Take care and stay safe,

Ray

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