| As she opens the door to the house she inherited She doesn't remember the last time she visited It's been quite a while and much too long She always loved this house but it always felt wrong She can't put her finger on it but the reason is there She can only remember that she always felt scared Then a movement to the right catches her eye "Is there someone there?" she says then waits for a reply "Just my imagination." she says as she walks on forward But she wants to turn back, she feels like a coward A noise from upstairs suspends her next thought "It's just the house settling, I think I'll take a walk." Taking the path that leads to the pond She remembers the stories related around town "No one goes there!" one woman said "A fellow was killed and they never found his head!" "Those poor little girls." one shopkeeper stated "It's too bad what happened; were you related?" But the one that stuck out,the oddest of all Was the tale of a man who died from a fall What made it so weird was the nature of the fall He apparently tripped over a rug and died in the hall There were similar stories of this person and that All were the same, none ever came back Why was this house given to her There must be someone closer of that she was sure "No one else wanted it." the lawyer had said "All that have lived there have ended up dead." Those are just stories that can't possibly be true The imaginings of a town with nothing else to do. She heads back the way she came on the trail from the pond There's someone outside but what could they want Covered in shadow his features unclear "Hello!" she hollors as she comes near He suddenly disappears right before her eyes No trace of him at all to her utter surprise "He was standing right here,I know what I saw!" She argued vehemently to no one at all With noises and apparitions the days go by But she hangs on to her sanity and tries not to cry She's seen the man in the hass and the two little girls What she hasn't seen yet is about to unfurl A few weeks go by and no one's heard a word So they send someone out to see if she's been hurt The lawyer comes by to get some papers signed And sees an old room that is new to his mind Huddled in a corner with horrors untold In the back of the room she sits in the cold No one knows what happened only she could tell But that doesn't seem likely trapped in her own hell. Terry L. Childs |
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| Raindrops burn my inner soul There is no heat it's just too cold Am I dead inside if I feel no pain? No pain to heal only this rain The days are too dreary to many to name Am I going crazy?Am I no longer sane There's no more feeling just deadness and weight What did I do to get to this state I have no knowledge of committed mortal sins But since this feels like hell maybe I should begin Is there a cure for my nameless disease I seriously doubt it but I'll wait and see. Terry L. Childs |
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