Poet#6 - "Untitled"


You lock all the doors
Settle in for the night
But suddenly, a noise
Your hands clench with fright

You're hesitant to blame it
On a late-night intruder
But words sound from below
Each one cruder and cruder

Crashes begin
To echo around your house
You sink into your bed
As quiet as a mouse

Feet thump up the stairs
Combat boots, by the sound
You take a deep breath
And turn your head around

Light peers from under the door
As the hall light clicks on
Drunken laughter rings in your ears
And you smell a lit bong

The door creaks open
You're at lost for what to do
One though flashes through your mind:
They're coming for you.








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