You are left alone
peace you feel
on your own
yet not entirely true
for you alone
are subjected to thoughts
some welcome you smile
then the irksome arrives.
What was that noise?
a thought flies through
rattling your cage
as your peace it breaks through
tampers with your peace
it will not go away
you think the noise came from the hall
a thought say's.
Enter at your risk
a voice in your head entreats
how do you know
who it is?
Enter at your risk
it taunts you to peer
as the mind plays tricks
edged along by fear.
You edge towards the door
unsure what it was
as you turn the handle
the voice in your head laughs
hahaha you fool
all your futures are past
soon you will be gone from this place
I tell you once more
enter at your risk.
As the door flies open
persuaded by foot
you shout out aloud
'Who is it! anyone here?'
Then you spy
there on the mat
a leathlet from a takeaway
called Everythings Good.
Ron