
Back laid upon the wall, from a fall, there before,
Shadows rise and fear so tall, what, then’s in store?
A cackle under the moonlight, the glimpse, a leering glare,
Not to dare, stare into the night, at the unopened door,
Scent of terror, smell of fear, all unclear of what’s ahead,
Games played, scenarios watched, a head full of fear instead,
Then discouraged by hindered sight, shadows raise their voice,
Blunders choice, fools pursuit, or to sooner conquer dread?
Lamp the light, strike the flint, blackhead match from the flame,
Wage your fight, heed the hint, rather then stay all the same,
Pull the knob, pull it forward, consider what’s in store,
For what’s before, you move towards, pressing on through the door!
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About the Creator
Jordan Zuniga
Aspiring christian creative writer creating pieces to provoke thought and give God and Lord Jesus Christ the glory! God bless and I hope you’re doing well!



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