The Man Behind the Door (Poetry Monthly)


By Ed Crane
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Just a kid, maybe five, not much
more, waking at night; a familiar
visitor. Darker than darkness, it’s
The Man Behind the Door. Froze
like a rabbit caught in a hunter’s
light. Screaming for Mum. Come
make it alright. Hush now, there’s
nothing, try to sleep beautiful boy.
Grew up; got out; set up. Owning
a home. Followed a path through
life. Made it alone. Never thought
to see him anymore, but couldn’t
forget: that Man Behind the Door.
Now an old man; though not very
wise. It has to be done, there’s no
compromise. When life rounds the
very last bend, it is time look into
his face: The Man Behind the Door
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It reminds me of one of my
It reminds me of one of my own recurrent nightmares. This is very eerie, the circularity works a treat.
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