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About This Poem
My House
There were no fine carved,
silver spoons, no grand
cotton sofas or comfortable
chairs, just the dust of
many old rooms that
were dark and vacant...
Yet, I could feel there was
someone in the house.
The rooms had a brown
tint and the shadows were
blackish red ... I was at
the bottom of the stairs
and walked up slowly to
the first flour. Petrified, I
continued. The doors to
the rooms were open, so
I slowly went inside sensing
a presence. There was
someone lurking in one
of the closet but i couldn't
see them. So, I quickly left
that room and started for
the next.
I awoke abruptly from the
dream feeling terrified.
09/24/2012
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