Footsteps
Footsteps in the night as the rain came down
The creek of the open door
Shadows in the night
Stars shining bright
Creeping up the stairs
The closing of the door
She appeared as the clock struck twelve
The aroma I could smell
Walking upon the stairs
It slowly drifted into the night
The sleepless nights I have
Sitting worrying what would occur
Couldn’t help the pain I felt
Panic and anxious
Not knowing where or who
Why does this happen
I can’t explain
Selfishness I don’t know
Copyright © Michelle Wingrove | Year Posted 2012
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