Dark Uncertainty
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This poem is from Grace's POV in "The Others" I wanted to play around with the scene
with the piano and the shutting doors. Hope you enjoy.
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At the stroke of midnight, the clock sounds.
Nothing is awake, nothing is moving.
I wander in the dark corridors, candle in hand
to search in the dark of the night.
My heart goes faint, my hands with an uncurable fear.
I feel the goosebumps emerging from my skin.
I place my hand on the trigger of my gun.
I start to walk more slowly
the night goes on...
I do not know what is beyond those curtains,
covering the windows of day and light.
The light is like a poison to me, I need no light.
I hear a rustle behind my back,
silent footsteps i sense, I say a quick prayer:
Oh heavenly Father, Protect me from this
Give me the strength to protect my children, their fates.
I open my eyes with my gun in hand
and twirl to the rustling noise I hear.
I pull the trigger and fall back from the blast.
What I saw i could not believe
All I shot was the glass...