Dread.

The brown door creaked open

It’s hinges rusted from a long time ago

The hanging rope in a loop

Formed images of dread

In my head.

The ghosts of forgotten memories reawakened

And played their parts like professionals

The crooked steps gave away

To the passage of dread

In my head.

The vast white balcony opened up

To a solitary bulbul chirping but tense

To the cloud-covered peaks in the distance

The sun  showed its dread

In my head.

The towels hanging on the railing

Fight against the murderous breeze

The battle won and lost and won

The dancing stream beneath

Dreading the battle won

It’s thirst be quenched only by the towels overhead

Alas, It was in my head.

Ordinary things look ordinary no more

The sun a burning disk in the sky

The  flow of the wind a mutated cry

The feel of the breeze like ants sticking to me

The feeling of dread

Is all in my head.