Thursday, April 2, 2015

HAUNTED?



HAUNTED?

Is this a house to ignore?
But I want to see much more.
Eyes are staring at us.
Let us not make a fuss.
Let’s knock on that door.
Large one of the four.
The door is opening with a creak.
As if it is trying to speak.
“Please leave now before it is too late,”
A whisper in the wind tells of our fate.
My friends run away.
Why I cannot say.
I don’t want to be here alone.
The house is beginning to groan.
I must take my leave from such a place.
Forget the goodbyes in my haste.