Poem: The Recurring Nightmare

You drag your wooden leg
Up a shattered staircase,

Across the sagging boards
Of a crumbling porch.

The only light filters down
Through banks of fog,

Radiating in waves from
A cockeyed half moon.

You hear whimpers
In the dark basement.

The door is locked.
You jiggle the knob.

The door creaks open.
You pause at the threshold,

Take a deep breath
And shuffle in.
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