Behind the Door A poem by S David I suppose it was Serious Frightening or Even worse to her Overfed Imagination I suppose it was The mind is A beautiful funny thing A different song That each sings And fright night Lord let her scream Light there was some A vague shadow Hand on the door Almost black so Dark the room To explore She was She was A strange apparition Looking A phantasmagoria With hair Reaching down To the floor To the floor Half a vision When opening The door The door And light And light The door swings Two screams ©S. David 2013

"Behind the Door"