The Door

What fresh hell is this

That visits at my door

What horrors await

When I open wide

Do I keep it shut

Barred and locked tight

Do I dare see what specter

Awful and bony

And scaly and dark

And ugly and old

And menacing and cruel

Points its finger at, at, at

God knows what

Why risk turning the next page 

Of this awful book

Doubtless there waits

Some black cloaked figure

With a scythe

I cringe at the door

Resist opening

As one resists diving from a great height

I reel, arms akimbo

Waves of terrible hatred

Must be beating at my door

No, no, no, I’ll not let them in

Stay!

I cannot expose myself to more terror

This is undeserved

I rise above 

The passage will stay closed

What screaming or wretching or reeking

Foulness is there

Surely it cannot be

But yes it is

Revealed 

For it is entered somehow

It is, it seems

Another layer of mind

The stranger within, the enemy within

Come to claim my thoughts forever

Insanity at last!

Take me away