SILENCE
You think the house is silent when you’re out?
The ticking clock
Obtrudes its measured beat,
Slower than before.
The windows knock.
’Way down the hall I hear a creaking door.
A tenseness in the air ...
Someone behind me.
Frantically I try to think ...
Of other things ...
Of anything ...
“This is mere nonsense ...
Nonsense,
Nonsense ...
The room is empty!”
Hush ...
What was that noise out in the hall?
That brushing sound...?
That creaking...?
Oh, how can you think
The house is silent when I’m here alone?