• Another night for me to sleep in,
These terrors crawl through my skin.
• Creepy noises that these doors make,
A witch's laugh is all, I could relate.
• Dusty stairs and mushy walls,
What else can I get being under their thrall.
• These creaky, old wooden floorboards,
The very antique furniture covered with white clothes,
Stayed in here for so long, as if it made an accord.
• The wind rustling through the attic,
Eerie atmosphere it formed with fear of Frantic.
• Then I tugged myself to keep me warm,
So that I could wake up to the rusty sound of my alarm.
• The more you start to feel,
The more spookier stories it tries to reveal.
• I closed my eyes and bid myself a goodnight,
In this very moonlight, I find my delight.
YOU ARE READING
WILL YOU WALK WITH ME?
Poetrythe deepest desires, which are to be fulfilled, the prayers unanswered, the hardest way to let go of things, when loneliness takes over you and your soul. emotions through poetry.
