Outside My Window
I hear his slow footsteps,
crunching the leaves of the Maple tree...
Outside my window.
I cannot breathe, I cannot move,
I do not know this man...
Outside my window.
My heart pounding with every step,
I can feel his presence...
Outside my window.
As courage floods my veins, I run for help,
but he's gone...
Outside my window.
KL Williams
9-9-15
Copyright © Kl Williams | Year Posted 2015
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