Behind the door It will always creep,
Watching, waiting, until you're asleep.
What is it that easily scares us so?
Behind that door, where black shadows go.
No light only dark in the dead of night.
Lurking It waits, just to give you a fright.
Hear the noises listen to the chatter,
Getting louder, incessant jibber jabber.
Frightened now, head under the pillow,
Heart beating faster, no chance to slow.
Get up from bed look behind the door,
Walk tall don't creep, across that floor.
Right! That's it! My courage has grown,
I'm going to look my fears have flown.
Closer and closer and the door is near,
Time to check, time to quell that fear.
Nearly there, just another step to come,
Breathe held, heart beating like a drum.
Noise back again, shadows deeper than before,
Maybe tomorrow I'll check behind that door.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a poem that describes what is behind the door. Any type of poetry welcomed. |
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