Monday, April 23, 2018


In my house there are many rooms
Places I have come and gone
Each a little piece of my past
They come for me, a nightmare’s song
Narrow hallways that lead me
Painted doors and windowless walls
Crevices secreted behind
Spiral stairways lead me to fall
Faceless figures silently sleep
Empty echoes of squeaks and groans
Narrowed chambers leading nowhere
A prisoner in my haunted home
Woeful cries pierce a black moon
Whirring-click of the carousel
Spotlight memories flooding back
Dancing shadows crumble and fall
Frantic breaths shallow, are released
Dark temptress beckons me once more
Shun this Pandora, shield my past
For evil lurks behind this door

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