I Hear Wailing Screaming Keening

deep in the back of a forty acre plot of land there is a house most cannot abide many have heard the rumors and still cannot find it I hear wailing screaming keening shrieks from the house of the dead being clairaudient has its drawbacks when you add clairsentient to that, it is crazy I smell the smoke, and my lungs begin filling I feel there was abuse there, which is why the fire was set I back away from the house of the dead. Contest: Ghost Poetry Contest Sponsor: Julia Ward Written 2/28/2021 Lines: 11