Whispers in My Closet

I’ve been hearing whispers in my closet lately,

I especially hear them late at night.

The whispers are so loud and apparent,

It’s hard to really get any sleep.

I just listen to the whispers all night long,

Since it’s impossible to ignore them.

I moved you both in my closet

Because I realized that I can’t leave you both just lying around,

Bloody and dead on the floor.

You both needed to be put somewhere safe,

I was thinking about burying you both,

But I’ve lost too much blood,

And I’m close to dying I think,

I don’t have the strength or energy to bury you both,

So putting you both in my closet was the best that I could do.

I was surprised that you were alive for so long,

While he just died right away.

I never really liked him,

And I honestly enjoyed killing and stabbing him multiple times,

But I’ll admit that it was hard killing you.

I cried when I was stabbing you,

And I just couldn’t kill you right away like I did to him.

I had to keep you alive

And give you a fighting chance.

I remember you struggling to breathe,

And trying your best to crawl and move around,

In your pool of blood,

But there was nothing more you could do,

Your body was useless thanks to me.

For a few days,

You were barely able to move,

I watched as you coughed up blood,

And struggled to breathe.

It looked like you were just in so much pain,

And there was nothing you could do to save your own life,

Instead you were just whispering.

You were whispering a lot,

When you were dying,

And I never knew what you were whispering.

Maybe they were whispers of regret,

Maybe they were whispers of hatred for me,

Maybe they were whispers of a dream,

There could have been so many things you whispered,

But I’ll never know,

And I’ll never be able to escape your whispers

Because they will always be in my closet.

This is the end of “Whispers in My Closet,” the third poem of the Night Terrors poetry series.

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“No More Voices” will be the next poem of the Night Terror series that will be posted next Saturday.

Purple Eyes: Part Two

There is a distinct beauty in her,

Despite her face being a blur in the night,

The eyes illustrate a work of art is hidden,

The eyes only give you a small glimpse of a hidden treasure.

A hidden treasure so many people hope and long to see in their lifetime,

Can she be revealed to the world?

There’s no way of knowing for sure,

There’s no way of knowing her true intentions so late into the night,

She’s not yet ready to reveal such things,

She only wants to reveal her purple eyes.

I believe this person is a woman,

Despite only seeing her feminine-like purple eyes.

I don’t know how to explain it,

But there’s something familiar about her.

There’s something comforting and reassuring about her.

All my anxiety and worries are gone,

And I’m simply at peace.

Why does she decide to be my peace at this time?

I know it’s crazy to say this,

But I trust her,

And I feel like she would never hurt me.

If anything,

She wants to be my light in this dark world,

My compass to lead me in the right direction,

She has to want to help me escape this scary city,

I’m sure of it.

She suddenly grabs my hand,

And she wants to lead me somewhere.

I choose not to resist her,

And I willingly follow her,

In hopes that I can be led to a better place,

A place far away from this city,

And the sick people that exist in it.

As we’re walking for a few minutes,

I feel my heart rate suddenly increase.

I find myself shaking again,

And I’m not sure why I’m doing such a thing.

We turn a corner,

And I immediately stop in my track.

I don’t want to go any further.

I see what’s in front of me,

And I want to run in the opposite direction.

For some reason,

I can’t be near this place.

I can’t be at this diner in the city.

Another Quiet Night

It’s another quiet night for me.

Now that you all are gone,

I can hear so much alone in this place.

This place I’m not sure to call home.

This place I can never escape,

No matter how far I run away from it.

I’m trapped in this place forever,

This prison will forever keep me locked away from the outside world,

But I’ve learned to be okay with it.

It’s unbearable to be here sometimes,

Especially at night.

It’s so quiet at night without you all here.

Sometimes I think about your voices,

Sometimes I miss hearing them,

Sometimes I’m thinking about my own thoughts,

Sometimes I’m thinking I should talk to somebody

And get some help for my loneliness,

But then I shake the idea out of my mind

Because sometimes I can get through the night,

If I try my best not to think about you all too much.

You all simply had to go,

You all had to go to another place.

I hope you all understand

And know that I miss you all very much.

I miss the joyful and loving atmosphere that was once in this place.

I miss the good times we had together,

Sometimes I wish we could have those days together again,

I miss them so much,

But then I remember they had to end,

They were never meant to last forever,

And I think you both knew why they had to end.

Why I had to put an end to those days.

Now that you both are gone,

I only have quiet nights.

I’ve accepted the quiet nights,

And understand there will always be quiet nights for me.

That will never change for me.

Every night will always be another quiet night.

This is the end of “Another Quiet Night,” the first poem of the Night Terrors poetry series

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“Blood on the Wall” will be the next poem of the Night Terror series that will be posted next Saturday.