This is one of the first poems I wrote. We were given the opportunity to write what ever we wanted to but to insert break lines. So I decided to combine Poetry and my favoured genre Horror.
I hope this works, let me know what you think of it.
Copyright © 2014 T. J. Blake
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Invisible Friend
I walk in, where
I once lived.
Wooden rocking horse and
Ticking grandfather clock
All remain.
glowing yellow eyes appear,
Beneath the patchy, carpeted stairs leading
to my bedroom.
gaping cracks and
Burrowed mice holes in each corner of
the worn steps.
My friend waits for me,
Gold ponytails with plastic flowers,
Just like my mummy did to me.
light blue dress with printed daffodils,
Red shoes and a friendship bracelet which I made
but she found.
We run to our room.
Sharing the bed each night.
We have tea parties,
my friend hosts.
Offering me and the guests tea,
her daddy bursts in.
‘who are you talking to darling?’
Previously loved,
here my spirit broke free.
By T. J. Blake
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