Someone At The Door Poem by angelica dela cruz

Someone At The Door

I see a door
through the mirror.
There's someone there,
smiling at me.

Too light to make out,
too dark to see...
I blink once
and it's gone.

The room is cold.
The curtains are moving.
Aren't the windows closed?
I can't find the door.

Funny though.
I can hear it.
It's too dark to see.
I close my eyes and-

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Friday, July 17, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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angelica dela cruz

angelica dela cruz

manila, philippines
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