Life After 40 a Triolet
I thought it was death finally coming for me
There were footsteps outside my bedroom door
Lying scared in the dark, quiet and mousy
I thought it was death finally coming for me
Peeking into the night nervously
Shaken to the core
I thought it was death finally coming for me
There were footsteps outside my bedroom door
Copyright © Anita Wilson | Year Posted 2020
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