SEETHE DOOR
- Maurice Kimball
- Jan 3
- 1 min read
If you tempt fear too deeply it will come knocking

I fell fast awake. A dream within a restless dream
Silent knocking plagues my paralyzed drowning
scream.
Panic shadows whisper on faint breath.
Heart races toward my baptismal Death.
Tussle with the Knob with all my might
Blacking out, hairs raise my neck in fright.
Will it take me, break me, or reveal the truth of what
makes me?
Fear is the leech that bonds my very core.
A sixth sense lies beyond what’s in store.
I awaken,
Never to open the seething door.
-maurice
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