Chelsea: Performance Poem: Sound Without Sight

Sound Without Sight

As I walk through the wooden doorway

The darkness makes it difficult to see

All I can hear are my own creaky footsteps

                  Creek, Creek, Creek, Creek

I creep slowly.

Silence

Nothing but silence surrounds me

SCREAM

An eerie scream that makes the hairs on my neck tingle

My stomach churning

My throat has a lump

I take another step forward

                                          SHUFFLING

My eyes strain against the dark to see what’s ahead

But nothing is there to greet me

I am alone

But I don’t feel alone

There is a presence in the room

But I don’t know where it may be

Is it behind me?

In front of me?

I hear footsteps in the distance

But I can’t tell where they are coming from