Hill House
There's a house upon a hill
I swear exist by its own will
jagged glass with tattered drapes
frame a small, pale child's face
Years before, we'd walk on pass
throwing rocks, to break more glass
but now my friends won't walk this way
far from here is were they play
But everyday, I walk from school
right by this house, no longer cruel
careful not to cause offense
won't drag a stick across the fence
Why, when I walk back home
and have to pass this house alone
this specter waits to see me still
from the house upon the hill
But now in fear, I turn away
straight ahead I look each day
I dare not catch, a glimpse or glance
less I be caught up in its trance
Cause, by the cloudy light of day
this house sits there in shades of gray
where signs of life, there is no trace
except one small, pale, child's face
Penned 09/15/2016
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