What Might They Find There

What Might They Find There


 The fear spread,
a dark stench contorting
their faces,
eyes clenched
to wary slits
shielded themselves,
snake like tongues
licked feverishly
the scent of sin.

The door was never
to be opened
the secrets were never
to be told,
the sins of the sainted
never exposed.

Creaking hinges squealed
in hideous horror
at the intrusion,
dust filled light
crept feebly across
shame’s shadows,
cobwebs clutched
Satan’s soul.

Locked within
this larder of lust,
innocence defiled,
desiccated moments
life bemoaning
a childhood stolen,




9/12/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Turner Avatar
September 20, 2016 at 3:53 PM
John, none are without sin nor skeletons for that matter. Always forward, never back. Congratulations on your placement in the contest. Tonight we shall dance:)
Scars Avatar
September 20, 2016 at 1:14 PM
John, may be one of my favorites in this contest... well done :) congratulations on your placement in the contest :)-luloo
Chansarkar Avatar
September 20, 2016 at 1:14 PM
Oh wow,this one is dark!
Allison Avatar
September 14, 2016 at 12:21 PM
Gosh John this is creepy I got a chill down my spine reading it - sadly the contest has disappeared from the list:-( But you have a great great poem for another time:-) hugs Jan xx
Lawless Avatar
September 14, 2016 at 12:23 PM
Yeah, I didn't see that the contest was "missing" until I went to submit the poem.
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