Devil In My Loungeroom.

From my cold & ugly room
I felt the warmth of the lounge room
I saw the faint glow of auburn red
& through all the fear of someone there
I forced myself out of my haunted room
& down the hall seared with gloom
I knew of course it was a drea,
But it felt so real
I felt my throat become all stiff
& breathing became an urban myth
My legs were weak
My arms were jelly
Sweat pulsated out, thick & smelly
The first thing I saw was his wicked grin
I felt a kind of barrier
Like a warning from our Lord
Devil in my loungeroom.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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