Footsteps Outside My Door Poem by Barry A. Lanier

While sleeping,
He was there creeping.
This is my home, my refuge,
Has he come for my silver?
Perchance, my gold?
What is his mission?
He has not, yet he assumes righteously,
My permission!
I shout, go away! go away!
A grown man, crying out in fear!
Is he here to steal?
My now, my yesteryears?
Emotionally drained, I sank,
A deep trance-like sleep.
Reconciled to my fate,
My bitter defeat.
A new day spawned brilliant light,
Remembering the fear, aware of the fight.
I awoke missing nothing,
Only aware of nights bliss.
Suppose he slithered away,
To his eternal abyss.