I sense the figure behind the door
A chill runs down my Spine
I don’t think I can take much more
My nerves all start to climb
I know he’s outside, standing, waiting
My heart beats at this intimidation
My mind and strength are still debating
If I should head to a confrontation
My resistance starts to crack
I open the door out onto the Street
I can’t stop now no turning back
He looks at me and says ‘Trick or treat? ’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good at the start but i feel it lost it towards the end....