Strange sounds emanating from the walls
Pulse racing, blood pounding
Everything had changed
Looking through my window
Looking at a different vista
Blinded by panic,
I froze, hands balled into fists
Nerves jangling, as if I had stuck my toe
in a light plug
Danger, my mind repeated
I could not run, feet stuck to the floor
Neighbours walking towards my front door
Gaining momentum, they start knocking,
echoing the sound from the walls...
©AnitaDawes2022
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 
Don’t you just hate those paralysed moments of being rooted to the spot.. 🙂 Great poem
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Thank you, Sue…
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It reminds me of wild dreams I’ve had!
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That’s interesting…
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Interesting poem Anita! Very visual and anxiety provoking I found!
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Sorry about that…
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Eeek! Loved it, Anita…
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Happy to oblige, Steve. Anita sends her regards!
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