The Hand

~ Frank Solanki

In the dark of the night

I feel a hand touch me

There is no one in sight

Whose hand just could it be?

I switch on the light

It blinks along with me

I shiver full of fright

Whose hand just could it be?

In the flickering light

A hand is what I see

Chokes me with great might

Whose hand …

Published by Frank Solanki

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