In a House of Darkness

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