A catalogue of trepidation
As being a total prey
to predatory of petrification,
my heart was always
bouncing in the hallway of horror
as a kid,
been groomed into fear,
nurtured by the bleak
scenes of horror stories,
and injected by the scare syrum
of X-files,
my mind was always captured
by a looming darkness
My eyes always howled in the
expectation of doom
Lying on my bed on night,
my nerves froze,
I succumbed to the mental psychosis
of over-imagination,
staring at the semi-opened closet,
the suspicious looking closet,
my spirit had the stench of death,
I didn't know why,
but a huge creature, hiding
in the mountain of my clothes
with red eyes, surely justified
my verdict of a monster
with the blood-thirsty eyes,
and claws that would rip me apart,
it would eat my arteries
and lick my veins
and blend my spleen for breakfast
This is a horrible imagination,
I know,
but my body shook vehemently,
obviously serenity fled,
and just as the shadow of gloomy expectation
loomed upon me with a dagger of screams,
the lights were turn on,
it was only a pile of clothes.
By Kakraba Afful
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