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
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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