There's something on the walls

May 10, 2010
By Anonymous

The wiggly thing on the floor
Crawls on the walls
A hundred legs or more
Seen he wants to be.

No way to find it
Unless you’re full aware
Its there
Not cordial.

Lights off it hides
I thought I’ve seen it shoot
Across the floor
On the lights turn.

They swarm on the
With long legs and then-

I scream
I run
Out the room
Without hesitation: plummet

With rapid heart beat
No time to breath
A swarm on the walls
My eyes start to water

I cry
With no one there
Room starts to spin
I faint

Is there anyone there?

The author's comments:
This poem is about what im afraid of and that is bugs.

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