Fear creaks the door open
Clutching a blanket, tightly wound around
Shaking, whispering “Anyone?” into the darkness

Anger slams the door open
Hurling the blanket off
Shaking, screaming “Anyone?!” into the darkness

Sadness softly pushes the door open
Wiping tears on the blanket
Shaking, sobbing “Anyone?!” into the darkness

Shame backs away from the door
Covering itself under the blanket
Shaking, whispering “Anyone?” into the darkness

Grief stares dispiritedly out the open door
Losing its grip on the blanket, dropping to the floor
Shaking, thinking “Anyone…” into the darkness

Loneliness reaches out through the open door
Reaching for the blanket, somewhere, somehow
Shaking, hoping for “Anyone… please” into the darkness

Worry creeps around the open door
Clinging onto the blanket with all its might
Shaking, wondering “Anyone?” into the darkness

Pain struggles to open the door
Falling onto the blanket, red drenching the cloth
Shaking, screaming “Anyone?!” into the darkness

The door remained open
The blanket lay there
The darkness stood still
And no one was there.