KNOCK

KNOCK

The echos louder

My door rattles

KNOCK

BANG

They’re going to get in

There’s nothing I can do

BANG

BANG

They’ve stopped knocking

Now they’re banging

They’re getting angry

But.

I’m frozen

I can’t move

Glued.

Tense a muscle

I can’t

Move a limb

I can’t

Scream

I’ve tried

Shallow breaths

Shiver and sweat

Wait.

Silence.

The bang has stopped

Maybe they gave up

Am I safe?

CLICK

Oh no!

They stopped knocking and banging

They’ve found the key

CLICK

CLICK

You’d imagine what’s behind the door

A killer wielding a knife or a monster

A demon or evil ghost

But.

All that’s behind that door

Knows me, and knows me well

That’s why they have the key

Why I’m frozen to my bed

The locks clicking

Dreading the creak of the door

They come at night

I can never escape them

In the dark

In the eerie silence

The final

CLICK

Then…

CREAK

They’re in

Invisible shadows

Cold air

They invade my mind

Crawl under my skin

My thoughts.

Haunting memories.

Fears.

My failures.

All visit me each night

Like a storm of reminders

I’ve made mistakes

I’ve failed

My life wasted

Their cruel words continue

Until I either

Fall asleep

Or morning comes

LLK.

__________ I’m trying a new approach to poem writing here, not sure if it was effective.