finals week

i just turned in my poetry portfolio that was full of revisions to poems i have turned in this semester here is one of the revisions thank you for your time

Haunted

I

Wanderin’ around some dark wood

long past the dead of night.

I came across an older man,

singing songs at his lone campsite.

His eyes were sharp, his hair

the strings of a harp. I knew right then

I’d have to be careful of him,

him with a smile like the Devil’s,

and the scent of hellish brim

II

I turned around, turned from that grin

and ran through them woods. I tripped

and fell and picked myself up, to be greeted by

two death-hollowed eyes.

I scampered back and cried

to our lord God on high

as I tried escape once more,

one more futile try.

III

But try as I might I kept coming back,

kept coming back to that man in black.

No matter where I ran, no matter where I turned

there he was a-waitin’, waitin’ for my poor soul.

With a voice like sulfur he spoke to me as if a friend,

“Run all you want, but you can’t run from sin.”

IV

He cackled high, and he cackled loud,

my vision went to black. Next thing I know

I’m wakin’ up in the middle of them cursed woods.

A dream you ask? Well hell, maybe, but listen here

and listen close. That man? well he still hauntin’ me

and will ‘til I sleep for good.