Exploring a basement I found a room
poems on chalkboards that warned of doom
I heard a groaning behind a barred door
I saw a keyhole and bent to explore.

Darkness prevailed it was hard to see
but then an eye regarding me
something inside said to run away
but curiosity made me stay.

I gathered my nerve to look again
I saw behind the keyhole then
should I have been surprised to see
the person looking back was me?

How many times have I been here
so many questions left unclear
who did I really expect to find
I’m clearly the blind, leading the blind.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2015


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