Personification poem

I am lost in the dark,
The darkness seemed to be everywhere,
The darkness was roaring,
And I was scared

The trees were now cackling,
I called and called,
But no one came,
And I was scared

The cunning wind is now thirsty,
I can smell the laughing of a skunk,
There is now tears dripping down my face,
And I was scared

I can nearly see the merciless door,
The hungry floor is creaking,
I hoped I was near the end,
And I was scared