[Funkduder]

Author note: This poem is a interpretation of the imagist poem "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams
It’s dark….it’s quiet….
I can hear my on foot steps on the formless floor-
Someone is coming!
But from where? This room has no doors.
As the horror in your heart begins to creep
You fall to your knees and begin to weep-
Someone is coming!
…no…no one is coming.
*drip drop*
It feels cold in this room
With no floors or doors
Where the endless gloom
Await
Await for me
Wait!
…where are you?
…who are you?
…is are who are which are we are
???...
…so sweet…
…and so cold….