A poem I wrote for my little cousin.
Goosebumps
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Haunting whispers of all kinds,
A spider crawling up your spine,
Cool breeze, a tight squeeze,
Chills you to the core with ease.
Clinking chains as the outside rains
Bring with them thunder that shakes your brains.
As your inner resolve begins to dissolve
You feel this mystery is someone else’s to solve.
All on a dare, you walked inside,
Believing the place had nothing to hide.
There had been moaning, and you searched for the source.
They said all those things just to scare you, of course.
Just some cobwebs and mice and old dusty rugs,
Peeling wallpaper hiding various bugs,
An old dirty mattress just filled with lumps,
But it sure was enough to give you goosebumps.
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It's certainly not perfect, but this my only successful attempt at poetry.
Critique, maybe?
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