The Doors

I walk slowly through the house

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Is it behind or ahead?

I try a door

It is locked, or jammed, or held?

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

I hurry and find another

It’s held tight shut

The noises get closer to me

The moon is bright

It’s so close I can feel it

And then I wake

But I’m not in that darkened house

I’m in my bed.

My house is small with fewer doors

But when I sleep

Whenever I close my eyes

I’m in that house

And there behind me it is.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

I dare not sleep or rest my eyes

Followed every night

I know it lies in nightmare lands

Not here not now

Tonight I’ll be there in the dark.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

And the doors will not open

I fear to sleep

But I fear the doors much much more

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Because if they do open

Will I wake up?