It Is Finished
The rain drops tap on the window
The thunder and lightning call
As the wind beats on the door
And the trees howl and moan
I cry
I scream
I wish my sounds would penetrate these walls
What hope is there if they don't?
The evil steps closer
I can no longer step back
My tears
They flow
Its hand touches me
I try to shake free
The hatred consumes me
Malice engulfs my soul
He is dead
It is finished
Copyright © Kristi Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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