A Storm Of Footsteps Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

The sound of footsteps in the hall,
His heat is bouncing, like a ball.
“Thud” one step, and once again,
It’s only the whispers inside your head.
Fingernail’s crack, like a clock at dawn,
Oh what a thrill, I wish I was done.

Rumble, rumble, thunder, thunder,
The storm screeches like a town in blunder.
You know you’re right and I know your wrong,
You lost your summer and the wind is gone.
A door open’s, and he pounces because its dawn,
Rumble, rumble, thunder, thunder, I wish I was done.