Thursday, October 13, 2011


I spy a small cabin down at the end of the trail.  I start hearing bizarre noises. My heart starts to pound like someone knocking on a door , My feet are shaking so much that I can't move. Wind floats past me like the whispers of old men talking in their dead bed.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Menrinna!
    I am a student at the University of South Alabama and enrolled in EDM310. I loved your poem; I am guessing you wrote it in the spirit of Halloween! I loved how you said, "your heart pounding like someone knocking on a door." This poem is very suspenseful and I liked it!