Let Me In

Let Me In prose poem

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Knock knock knock!!
He knocked the door with fear
The night was not so dark not so bright
The moon was hiding its face
Behind the thin cloud
The road was alone
The wind was cold
Nobody answered behind the door
He knocked again, cried out loud…
Holy spirit save him!!!!
For his voice was choked
The road was empty
The night was cold…
Yet he couldn’t cried out loud…
Somebody didn’t let the silence break…
He was afraid of the wind
Afraid of the moon…
Somebody screams inside the door!!
The world inside is more afraid than the world where he stands
He fainted on the floor
Too weak to move
He needs a hand from who opens the door
Close the door close the door
It’s still open, he fainted again…
The door is closed…
It’s darker than where he comes from
He stands up slowly
His eyes flashed…
-let me take you upstairs… she tries to help
So dark were her eyes
A lady more fair than the snow
His eyes flash again, his veins warm
He climbs up the stairs… his steps shakes the room…
She stands alone in the dark
It was dawn outside
Little darker than usual
Somebody didn’t let that silence break….

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