Black Room

The black walls have a red tinge.
There is nothing in this room.
But its dark! And terrifies me.
Why do I spend so much time here?
I could be outside.
I should be outside in the sun.

There silence is wicked,
It mocks me. But it is loud.
The room is shaking.
Its showing pictures on the wall.
I want out.

Invisible Danger

Its dark,

I’m running. Sweat drips down my face.

Consumed by terror, I can only run.

The blackness adds to the fear.

I opt to turn, taking a battle stance,

I stare into the soulless eyes.

Am I in danger?

Or is there really anyone there at all?