Darkness at the Door

Gentle knocking at the door

Slowly getting louder

I approach the door

Down the dark hall

Peering at the door

Not wanting to answer

I hear the handle rattle

I stop

The knocking becomes pounding

Screeches and growls grow from beyond

I start cover my ears

Screaming for the sounds to stop

Realizing the darkness is behind the door

It’s trying to burst through the door

The locks are blocking the entrance

The nothing growing with rage

I can feel the ire it gives off

I collapse under the ire of the nothing

Wanting the pounding to stop

The screeching and growls to grow quiet

Unable to know how

I curl in a fetus position

Blocking the sound out

Eventually the nothing settles

I remove my hands from my ears

Being able to breathe again

I look at the door

I wait

Wait for what is next