Haunted House

March 29, 2010
By Sally SILVER, Albany, Other
Sally SILVER, Albany, Other
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Dead trees sway like possessed souls
And wave you goodbye as you enter your doom
The wind howls
And so do the wolves
Their piercing sounds cut through the air

You walk up the stairs
And reach for the handle
Freeze
Your feet move back
And you hand follows

You swivel around
And race down the steps
You move further away
And stop at your house
You don’t think you’ll go in
Or at least no just now


The author's comments:
Just a note:most of the poems I post are ones that I wrote 2 or 3 years ago and didnt have a chance to put up :) so...excuse the childishness :)

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