MY NIGHTMARE BY FIONA CUMMINGS
The house is silent now, it’s dark inside and out
No one would hear me, if I were to shout
Creek, creek, the floorboards cry
Is someone staring in my window
How would I know
God I don’t like this at all
If I needed help, who would I call
No cars go past my house
It’s too late for people to be about
Before I locked the doors earlier in the evening
Did someone creep in, can I hear them breathing
How would I know if someone was standing there
I could be looking right at them, just giving them a blank
stare
I’m sure I can hear footsteps walking upstairs, shall I go
and see if I can hear
These are my scares, this is my fear
He could be glaring right through me
How would I know, I cannot see
A rope could be in his hand or a knife
Really this is my
nightmare, this is my life
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