Eyes adjusted to the darkness black as black could be The key turning in the lock Drowned the desperate plea Unknowing and afraid Of what would come next Tears began to flow Although having no effect
A tray pushed roughly under the closet door Scrambling to retrieve it Slipping on the floor Tired and hungry Devouring the paltry feast Maybe giving strength To fight off the angry beast
A captive, but why? It was still unclear How many days had it been since someone did appear? Was it even known that a prisoner was here? Would anyone come To quell the fear
dramatic and vivid, very good Christine, you had me riveted
Aww, thanks Gina. You’re so kind 🙂💕
Fantastic use of prompts, Christine! 💞
Thank you Punam 🙂💕 I didn’t know where else to go with them!
You are welcome Christine. You took them where they belonged. 😊💞
You always say something nice Punam. You are a love 🙂💕 Thank you!
I love what you write. ❤️
You are so welcome. 😊
https://youtu.be/GVQqZg5BisE?list=PL676Af4EFlspSMgdDcPUHAZkvZ-DeLV55
Oh yes! Perfect song for the poem 🙂💕
Oh sorry Christine, the right song ok, but I ended up sending you my complete Meg Myers playlist…… haha enjoy…
Lol! Thanks Ivor 🙂👍
I cringe, at your vivid imagination
I do go places don’t I?? 😕 Thank you, I think 🤣
Great… I think…
Lol! 🙂
It’s so real . The fear and desperation.
Thank you Sadje 🙂💕
A pleasure