The lockless door to nowhere world
with pitches black and sinister cold
lures and frightens by its sight,
as the ghost appeared in the night
when all the world is still and quite.
To peep around the lockless door
I hesitate in thoughts - what for? -
as nothing worth is watching there
that can be after to declare,
except the horrors of nightmare.
The lockless door is opened wide:
I haven’t guts to close it tight,
and pitches black around me stand,
like stony-hearted bandits gang
to take me out in nowhere land.
The wind blows out a candle’s fire.
The darkness grabs me into a mire, -
I resent firmly, I resist
until I grasp the point: I’m a mist…
Who is the next one on the list?
13.02.2020 г.