Noises outside the
door
Scratching sounds
Footsteps
Deep breathing
You go to the door
Listening
Worried
It seems to have
stopped
You think to open
the door
But don’t
Instead you decide
on something else
You move to the
spy hole
Prepared to look
out
To see
But something sees
you
An eye stares
back
Looking intently
You stifle a
scream
Stepping back
Aghast
Shocked
Who does the
eye belong to
What is its
purpose
Has it gone yet?
You hear nothing
as you listen
Braving the door
again
Inches from the spy hole
And nothing’s
there
It has gone
Was it just
imagination?
You open the
door
No-one is there
Relieved, you
close the door
You sit down
Relaxed, the eye
forgotten already
But a shadow falls
Unnoticed
And something
looks through the
spy hole at you
Waiting
Watching…
Posted in: Poetry
Posted on Jul 28, 2014
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