Footsteps In The Basement.

This poem is about being alone and what goes through our minds as the wind makes strange noises that draw us to a certain part of our home that we feel may hold dread, even when as children we always had somewhere that we thought someone was lurking in wait, I smile when running from such a place as a kid , broke my arm, so not funny at the time.

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