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Poem: Lurking In The Darkness

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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Poem: The Hand Beside Me

The Hand Beside Me, a poem by Daphne Tore / Dean Thorpe

Laying there in his safe, warm bed
Work ideas running through his head
He knows he needs to get some sleep
Escape this world and dream so deep
A few hours left until the morn
The dark around him feels so warm
The only light is from the moon
There is not a sound in the room
He feels the bed move, someone there
He is relaxed and doesn’t care
Laying there in the middle of night
He feels the child’s hand grip his tight
The tiny fingers grip his hand
And then he starts to understand
He sits up straight, with such a start
There is a pounding in his heart
The bed beside him is just bare
He lives alone, nobody there!

http://www.deathprone.co.uk/the-hand-beside-me-poem.html

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