They say no one lived in it,
They said is so cheap and nobody could afford it,
It is silent and dark even at day,
We had screams and laughter in it last May,
On the trees at noon the birds won't sing,
They perch on the trees day and night like they have lost their wings,
I saw a black cat crawl out of the gate,
Is it real or not my mind debate,
Each time I look at the house i wonder what is inside,
I look at the window and wonder what is behind,
All I knew of it is in my mind,
One night I stared at the window and I realised something was staring back at me.
YOU ARE READING
The things you can't see, the things that see you
PoetryIn the silence of the night arouse something uncanny, a deformed soul, unworthy of existence we would have hope that the tales of the lost is yet to be told, but we humans are trapped in between the things we can't see and the things that see us.
