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50th POST ON MY BLOG (THRILLER)

So here is our 50th post..... 
Everytime I keep on trying something new, so I thought to try out my favourite topic thriller in poetry.......
This is the same poem which was published in an US BASED BLOG 
"HORROR ADDICTS"
MANY OF YOU MIGHT HAVE READ IT BUT FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T YET READ THIS POST IS JUST FOR YOU.......
So, from now on every 50th post will be a thriller one.......
Be sure to check out.......




I AM AFRAID ....... 

I opened my door, it was dark outside, I turned on the lights to quit my fright.

 The lights glimmered directly on my face, 
I rubbed my eyes, my neck did ache.

 I was tired of the day, I sat on the couch, 
Something hit me, I cried out “OUCH!!!”

 I moved a little, I hardly turned back, There was a book on the floor, perhaps it fell from the rack.

 I felt uncomfortable, I went for a shower, 
My heart was filled with an unknown terror. 

 And I could hear some strange sound, 
But the sounds stopped when I turned around. 

 There was a scratch mark on my mirror, 
I was shocked, those marks were everywhere. 

 I exclaimed – "What the hell is happening to me ?"
The next very second, the marks were nowhere to see.

 I thought I was hallucinating out of my fatigue, 
But it could be that there might have been some rogue, 
Who might have entered my house to rob, 
But I just fearfully thought to stop. 

 My mind was whirling due to all stress, 
My eyes fell on the pocket of my dress.

 There was a note, I read it, it was written – "GOODBYE"
I did not know who put it there and why. 

 Then came to my sight, my perfume potion, 
I could see, in the clear surface, my own reflection. 

 I could see a figure coming towards me, 
On the surface of the potion, I could see. 

 Then all at once I was struck by something heavy, 
I turned back, only a MAN IN BLACK I could see....... 
ONLY A MAN IN BLACK I COULD SEE.

------- RAJALAXMI BEHERA

Hey viewers, how are you all!!!
I hope everyone is doing well.
So here's today's poem, hope you all like it.
So, if you like it, please don't forget to drop a comment and share it.
Don't forget to check out tomorrow's poem, there's something special everyday.......
Feel free to contact me via e-mail : 
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Any suggestions or personal opinions are most welcome.
Till then bye.......



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