You Aren't Really Here You Know
Your mind plays funny tricks on you when you least want it to ...
Shadows of the night, they come.
Beating down the door, holding you fast to where you crouch in discomfort and fear.
Never knowing what's on the other side of that door.
You fear the darkness, the howling of the drip, drip, drip, of the rain, the loud crack at the door of that thing that desperately wants you.
No, it will never give in until you open that damn door.
Your mind sees the terror of that grim reaper coming for you now. Go, let it in, it's your time.
Never fear it ...
Hey, it's only the wind ...
About the Creator
Jonathan Townend
Book Author. I came to value writing as a portal to express my thoughts. My stories grow from seeds in my mind. Writing's my escape, my tiny space of mindful freedom. Stop by. Have a read; see what I come up with.
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