I have a secret that I can't say out loud.
Buried deep in the walls of my house.
Every creak and moan sails of distress.
Every whining door holds the secrets we don't confess.
Every groan from the staircase weeps in shame.
The floors shift and curse me in vain.
The bones of this house are heavy and frail.
It's going to collapse and it will soon prevail.
The truth written deep in this house is only visible to me.
I wake up and it's the first thing I see.
It is a house of beauty when you open its windowed eyes.
But we keep the blinds over them to keep them inside.
I wish I could tell someone of this damned house.
But I can never let the secret come out.
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Somber
PoetryCold and black. Dark and hopeless. Frightening and ghostly. My eyes spill the liquid from the thunderstorm of my mind. How I dampen my shirt in pure distress. My heart pounds so loud, that it's tearing at the seams. How blackened and dull the day...
