Warped old vinyl,
wartime tunes,
spinning
discordant echoes
through
cobwebbed room.
In the haze
I see a face,
it looks like you,
only the smile
is replaced
with tortured gloom.
Twisted sneer
gurgling through
rotten gums.
I turn to run,
but now the corridor
stretches on and on.
I dare to glance back.
Twist my neck.
A Snapshot.
My eyes catch
a glimpse,
a photograph of
something unworldly
in the dark.
Well meet again
spins
but the vocals
are out of sync,
warping in
and out of time,
the keys of
a piano screech
like nails
down a chalkboard
and I’m running
for my life.
Eyes fixated
on the pinprick
in the distance.
Heart racing.
The beats distinct
from the footsteps
chasing me down.
Some sunny day.
Oh, how I wish
I was there.
Somewhere.
Anywhere but here.
Just to feel your heart
pressed against mine
to alleviate the fear.
But those footsteps
are growing near
and I don’t think
I have much time.
But well meet again
I’m sure,
when the sun
shines down
and I reach that door.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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