Danger’s Always There

Danger calls from outside your door,

A whisper in the night,

Chills down your spine,

You call her, face a mess,

She said, “it’s not right, how about another time?”

Drip, drip, drip,

The rain creates a rhythm,

Beating down hard on the window sill.

Wishing a shooting star would light up the sky,

But you know it never will.

Danger looks around, lurking all night,

A silent sound, a penny drops,

Heads or tails is just a game we play,

Spitting out truth or dares until the rain stops.

Faded eyes,

Jaded lies,

a never ending cycle.

 

S. K. Young

 

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