Vacant House
(06/04/2013)
I can feel something is watching
me behind
Its stare is freezing my spine
I try to lift my foot, yet no
movement shown
I open my mouth and scream, not
even a hush moaned
It darkens the room, I can feel
It’s not in any shape of real
Is that a ghost?
Or I just hate this place too much
I feel worst?
This abstract in a dark-shade-I-
can’t-classify
Reaching me and I can’t defy
Sweeping the wall, it crawls
Releasing its rage, it growls
I still cannot move and I’m muted
My friend pokes me waken to go in
for my dare
A vacant house that refuses to be
disturbed
I swear I wouldn't want to through
the same nightmare
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2013
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