The Door
Down the hallBehind the door
Lies the rumors
Of the great unknown.
“A body’s there,”
Brother says.
“No, it’s a ghost,”
His friend exclaims.
Down the hall
We move slowly
Behind the door
We listen closely.
I grab the handle
I turn it
Slowly…
Carefully…
We peek inside…
I can’t believe
That what I see
Is just a wall
Staring back at me.
Down the hall
Behind the door
Lies the rumors
Of the great unknown.
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