A Stranger

at My Door
Knock! Knock! ‘Who’s there?’
I ask the stranger knocking on my door
Silence is the answer then a sudden gnaw
I look through the peephole, what I see is gore
A faceless face behind a hideous mask she wore
I gingerly step away to see the stranger no more.

The knocking resumes, now even more fierce

Shrieking, I cry out for the stranger’s name
She replies with a shrill, for my ears to pierce
She says, ‘This is all part of my guessing game.’

Tap! Tap! At the sound I begin to tremble

As the rasping voice I come to recognise
A plaguing tone that strongly resemble
The uninvited stranger, back, craving for my demise.

I wake up in bed with a raucous scream

From head to toe drenched in cold sweat
Relief pours over me as I realise it was a dream
I am suddenly aware I have nothing to fret.
The terror within me yet feels so real
Though only a nightmare, I am happy to discover
The remnants of a bad dream so vivid, yet surreal
From my nightmare, I gradually begin to recover.

‘What’s that I hear?’

A ra-ta-tat-tat on my door
I profusely begin to perspire
Wide-awake, in deep distress, I am sure
My wild imaginings are alive and dire

Trapped in a perpetual dream with no escaping key

The stranger at the door continues to knock mockingly
With her unremitting tapping she laughs frantically
So I cave in to her and open the door unwillingly
To my horror, with the mask removed, I shockingly see
The phantom of my other self, a reflection of me.

Friday, 16th June 2012