Watch out for that hole in the ground

I hear your footsteps in my room,

The chilling thrill of fear as they make their way closer.

The first feeling is to expect only the worst of what has not yet been seen,

Instead of embracing the shadows and letting the night engulf us.

The floor creaks.

Another step closer.

No one is here, yet here you are.

In pitch darkness, nothing but deadly silence can be heard.

I know who you are, but I have never met you before.

What do you want?

Why are you here?

Nothing can be done to deserve the fear that sleeps in the back of my mind

Waiting to subside, only to be awaken by the first sign of danger.

The final step.

You’re at my bedside now.

I brace for what is to come.

Nothing can prepare you for the demise not prophesied at the end of the tunnel

The light is there, but there is a hole in the ground.

The cold, wet sensation of death runs across the side of my face.

I have a puppy.

He likes to play games.

This poem is probably going to upset you. And it should for good reason. A lot of times, things that happen to us are caused by us. Instead of thinking of all of the good possibilities, It's easy to forget there are two outcomes. Much like life, this poem has no specific rhythm, flow, or rhyme pattern. It just happens. Like the hole in the ground before you reach the light at the end of the tunnel. Sometimes looking down might just save us.