Popshakes' Poppin' Poetry Corner

[Popshakes]

Poem Title: Spirit World
Genre: Pokemon-related
Element: Ghost
Written: 2013

Somewhere deep in the woods I hear them -
whispering in my ear,
playing with my hair -
my spine chills when they're near.

Moans and groans fill my mind -
I cannot escape them -
these demons that follow me,
no matter where I wander.

I'm never alone -
I can feel their eyes peering through my soul.

Somewhere deep in an abandoned cabin I feel them -
stroking my cheek,
laughing at my screams -
my heart races when they're near.

Their taunting smirks fill the mirrors -
I can feel the glass behind me cracking a grin.

All I can do is wander -
wander down the halls,
every step I take I hear creaking -
laughs fill the hall as I enter the kitchen.

Somewhere deep in a broken kitchen I sense them -
banging the pots,
the fires roaring from the oven -
my skin pricks when they're near.

Knives fly here and there -
plates break as I trek forward,
the pieces scattering about my feet -
the feeling of hands grasp my own.

Their cold claws pierce my delicate skin -
their grimace burns into my mind as they disappear.

Somewhere deep in a broken mind I see them -
pointing and laughing,
baring their teeth at my pain -
I can no longer take this torture.

Trying to escape that masquerade -
trying to make out what's real,
the spirits take form -
they take a shape uncanny to any other I've seen.

A ball of gaseous horror begins to bare it's teeth -
his hands appearing from nowhere as it disconnects from the body.

Somewhere deep in a broken world there are no laws -
figures appearing out of thin air,
tormenting any who stray near -
that's the world I live in now.

I can feel his breath on my face -
the gas emitting from the specter nauseating.

As his grip tightens I can feel my life slipping -
but as soon as it begins the feeling fades,
as the sunlight glimmers some hope -
I watch as the ghastly figure disintegrates.

Somewhere deep in the woods is a broken child -
a child who witnessed the horrors of the undead,
ghosts as some may call them -
demons from beyond.

Petrified emotionally -
a nervous wreck crawling towards the light,
the only solace in the terrifying darkness -
I feel a whisper blowing into my ear:

One day you shall return to our realm -
and when you do we'll be waiting for you.

Fun facts:
This piece was written for the GCeA Poetry Slam and tied for second place.