SEETHE DOOR

If you tempt fear too deeply it will come knocking

SEETH DOOR

I fell fast awake. A dream within a restless dream

Silent knocking plagues my paralyzed drowning

scream.

Panic shadows whisper on faint breath.

Heart races toward my baptismal Death.

Tussle with the Knob with all my might

Blacking out, hairs raise my neck in fright.

Will it take me, break me, or reveal the truth of what

makes me?

Fear is the leech that bonds my very core.

A sixth sense lies beyond what’s in store.

I awaken,

Never to open the seething door.

-E. Croe