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In a house of darkness you should not hear a sound but while I lye here in my bed there's noises all around. Doors are squeaking floors are creaking, shutters banging loud. The wind is blowing, voices flowing, rain is pouring down. In a house of darkness you should not see a thing but while the lightning strikes, everything is plain. Shadows dancing on the wall, a lady walking in the hall, a child playing with a ball, a man that had a bloody saw but to someone, I cannot call, for there's no one here, no one at all. BY HEATHER ROE

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 10/23/2012 5:33:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer you Heather. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. Hoping you find even more inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/19/2012 11:43:00 PM
Excellent imagery! Being a paranormal investigator I can see and feel and imagine every word and detail you used! Great job!
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Date: 10/19/2012 3:41:00 PM
Fantastic!! I had chill bumps rippling down my arms as I read this!!! Great job explaining the "House of Darkness" I really enjoyed the line: "Shadows dancing on the wall"!! Excellent job and welcome to poetry soup!!!
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Date: 10/19/2012 3:45:00 PM