Notes About The Poem

 

Related image

One From the Dark Side of My Poetry

 
"Nicholas Street Jail is a real place" The building is imposing, massive and fearful, built in 1862 as a jail and gallows for criminals; the conditions were inhumane and appalling, on the top floor was death row with only one way out. It closed in 1972 (hangings had not been done in years,) renovating was done but the creepiness remained; one hundred and fifty unmarked graves were found, deemed a heritage building it was turned into a hostel. It is said to be haunted by the men executed there, the dark cells can be rented on that top death floor; small cells with tiny barred windows the only light, some have seen ghosts standing at the end of their cots. There are creaking cell gates and heavy footsteps heard, wailing and weeping and praying all the night long; on a dare- I rented a top floor cell with bars, and was told the gallows still remained down the hall. I went to my bunk not really believing the stories, but in the night hands were reaching, pulling me; I screamed but no one was there, restless, I started walking a dark narrow hall. There was a man walking also and I wanted to talk, hello, sir, I called but he did not stop as I followed; he opened a door and went through, I hesitated a moment, then, I opened the door, it was the gallows . . . His was hanging, his neck broken, his eyes staring, I tried to scream but no sound came as hands pulled me; decomposed dead were reaching and all had broken necks, I was screaming when my body dropped into an empty void. Found in the morning, crumpled and weeping, talking hysterically about being hanged by decomposed men; muttering about being dead, dead, dead, and from the dark side of my mind I cannot escape . . . ever The mental hospital where I reside is like a jail cell, where ghosts hang me each night in the gallows, where I fall into that empty vast void, screaming, screaming, screaming . . . in the silence. ______________________________ September 25, 2022 (edit from September 19, 2016) Poetry/Verse/One From the Dark Side of My Poetry Copyright Protected, ID 09-1490-294-25 All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France Submitted into the contest, From The Dark Side sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 10/04/2022 Ninth Place
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Delaney Avatar
October 6, 2022 at 6:16 AM
Chilling beyond words, Constance: I think evil does hang in places long after the events are over. The stuff of nightmares. Congratulations on your excellent win. SuZ
La France Avatar
October 6, 2022 at 7:32 AM
SuZ, thank you so much for the compliment on my poem and congratulations. This building is so spooky! They tried turning it into a hostel but no one wanted to sleep there. They found many graves, but not sure what they did about those graves. Not a place I want to be. Now, it is part of a haunted places tour, Constance
M  Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 6:18 AM
Whoa….what a gripping tale Constance! Well done….Debx
La France Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 2:19 PM
Deb, thank you so much for the compliment, yeah, it quite creepy , Constance
Hankins Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 9:21 AM
Wow! Constance, your poem is chilling, indeed. I hope it is well-received by John in the contest. This is a marvelous story/poem. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
La France Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 2:45 PM
Milt, thanks so much for the visit and comment, compliment and encouragement, I hope John likes it too, Constance
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace