Beyond The DoorA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
Beyond the door...
B eckoning me beyond the door it seems as though E yes are watching me... Y ou just never know what evil may lurk O utside the realm of your own existance N ight falls and shadows lurk
T he door creeks ajar a little more H orrific thoughts grip my wandering mind E yes are watching my every move as my fear surmounts
D reading every second as time slowly goes by... O h what is that scratching noise that I keep hearing O ver and over again as the hair on my neck raises R eaching out to shut the door I scream as my cat rushes into the room © 2008 Deborah Leah KrempaReviews
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8 Reviews Added on August 13, 2008 Last Updated on August 13, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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