Here is a poem that wasn't finished and years later here it is finished.

I walked in the room.

As I enter I see darkness loom.

The door closed behind.

The darkness made me blind.

I looked around.

Then I heard a sound.

I turned, eyes darting from place to place.

But there was nothing to trace.

I started beating on the walls.

I heard a bang as something falls.

I then heard the creak of a door.

The sound made me jump.

Though I don't know what for.

It's not like ghosts are real.

I started not to be able to feel.

My legs began to give out.

I started to shout.

But there was no one around.

I knew that this was it.

That I would never be found.

I then closed my eyes.

Ready for my demise.

Hope you enjoyed!