The Nightmare
sounds coming from an empty room
echoing down the hall
caught in the midnight hour
things heard but not seen
opening doors that close in turn
permeating the air with dread
falling footsteps close behind
growing faster and faster
in pace with my rushing heart
until I can stand no more
and in exhaustion break free
from the nightmare
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