The Door

by David Todd   Dec 25, 2012

You open the door walk into the room what do you see besides four walls and a chair
You Walk into the room, stare down at the floor, the door now shuts behind you.
You're locked in a room No longer with light as you struggle and fight to try and find that no longer existing door.
You wish to stop you wish to wake up. But you can't wait up it's not a nightmare your eyes become fixed and you begin to stare imagine a light as it becomes brighter your lips become tighter and a sweat falls to the floor.
you feel a cold hand upon your hot face as your blood turns cold your sat into the chair.
Your left with yourself nothing to fear.
there is no light, nothing to see, nothing to hear...


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments