What's Your Excuse

Blackness moved up
Without a warning
Nor a hint

Not to my face
But to my back it came

Creeping
Leaping
Driving

Plunging me
Into the utter
Depths of despair

Into a nightmare of fear and
Terror I had never thought possible

Changing me
Making me
The disciple of Satan
The Devil himself

What's your excuse

poem by Gary Revel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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