The door stands
It feels as if it is ancient
Rotting wood
Rusted doorknob
Behind it lay secrets
Dooms
Fears come to life
Visitors come to the door
It creeps open
As it's secrets pour out
Screams ring into the cold night air
Supernaturals come to life
An alternate universe
It sucks them in
And they never come back
YOU ARE READING
A Series of Poems
PuisiThis is a book of the poems that I write. Trigger warning: these poems may include depression and mental health problems, also gory scenes. If any of this triggers you, please refrain from reading. Don't worry, I'm not depressed. I just like to w...
