Poetry
The Bells are Getting Louder

The Bells are Getting Louder

The bells are getting louder

Ding ding ding

Soft at first, gentle in the breeze

Ding ding ding

Mist clouds the street, darkness stretching

Ding ding ding

The road seems to shrink

Ding ding ding

The sound echoes in my skull like a hollow room

Ding ding ding

THE BELLS ARE GETTING LOUDER someone screams

Ding ding DING

RUN

Ding DING DING

My skin starts to ache, the mist surrounds

DING DING DING

It is near, I am frozen

DING DING DING

I am swallowed, forever hearing the bells growing louder

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