Across the bridge,
I walk to my house,
Across the stret, heading home
From the right, to the left
Across a green pasture-like meadow,
Not still brilliantly colored,
With blossoms of various type
I wander in the cold night,
Across another street, now closer
To the road that will take me home.
Across a smaller grassy patch,
Lights are becoming visible.
Across another road, I head north,
Listening to the wind scream in my face,
Across the misty night
The cold surrounds me, I shiver.
Across my final way, towards my destination
I can hear the wind whispering my name,
Forewarning me, guiding me,
Amongst the sound of dogs howling.
Across my yard I glide, awaiting something,
Though my mind cannot comprehend,
Exactly what I am waiting for.
I creep up my wooden stairs,
Creek, creek, creek
Across my porch, I keep my eyes closed
For the vivid light is becoming brighter,
Blinding me with luminous accounts.
I can feel the doorknob now,
Its ice-like metal surface warmed,
By the magical touch of my hand.
I slowly begin to turn the doorknob,
Something inside my gut tell me to go on
I feel anxiety in the pit of my stomach,
I shiver, then turn the knob all around,
The creaking sound, making me freeze,
Sweat drips down my forehead,
But I am not wet.
My eyes still closed, I let myself in
Once inside, I shut the door,
Allowing my moist hand to release themselves
From the heated, sticky doorknob.
I open my eyes, letting my heart settle
I hear a voice, deep in tone.
It was all over, I knew
I had been subjugated, there was no escaping
The dreadful beast staring at me,
It gives me a look of anger,
Then turns, and walks away.
The lights go out, and relief is present.
I am safe for now, time morning comes,
I will have to face my fears,
Not this time though,
So I begin walking
Across my living room and into my room.
I turn out my lights and go to sleep,
Forgetting about the dangers,
That I had felt that night.
Next time, I will try the window!!!
-Deja Nicole Barrier-
[This message has been edited by Deja_Nicole (edited 07-14-99).]