What Could Be Behind That Door? Poem by Michael Chau

Quiet! I have something to tell,
Even if I want to scream I can’t even yell.
I heard a knock…, a creek…, a sound like a BOOM!
I know that this will be my doom.
My blood is rushing through my veins.
I can hear the thunder out in the rain.
It is coming from the closet door,
Something to make me worry more.
I’m coming closer but not too fast.
I want the rush to really last.
What could be behind that door?
Something that doesn’t want me to live anymore.
I know it’s coming after me.
So I open the door 1…2…3!
It was more surprising than any other.
It was just my little brother.