Lurking in the darkness, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe
Walking down the darkened hall,
I hear a spooky sound
Approach another corner,
do I dare go round
The darkness all around me,
can barely see a thing
What awaits me round the bend,
what will the next turn bring
I rush around the corner,
and see a ghostly face
I cannot see the details,
my heart begins to race
Feeling round I find a switch,
I turn it on to see
On the wall an old mirror,
the face in it is me
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Her Notepad - Poetry by Daphne Tore 