No Choice!

Having to find somewhere wasn’t easy

eventually a house came up.

First time I saw it had an eerie feeling

without another option took it.

With a choice I wouldn’t have moved in

as soon troubles would begin!

 

 

For some reason I couldn’t get enthusiastic

taking some time to get the stuff in.

My girlfriend came to her brother helped us

even loaning his van.

An old house but in a good state of repair

something wasn’t right there!

 

It was a quite small big enough for us two

in our bedroom was a big closet.

Every night the door just swung open

it felt like eyes watching you!

If you tried to sleep whispering in your ear

shadowy figures seemed to appear!

 

Escalating to heavy pressure on your chest

my partner woke choking.

Like hands tightening around her throat

we slept no more that night.

An atmosphere grew neither could define

our relationship began to decline!

 

It was though our humanity was being drained

evil thoughts entered my mind.

Towards the woman I loved happily so long

she became terrified of me!

But when I physically attacked and hurt her

all reality became a blur!

 

When the police came to arrest me for assault

was the route to my escape!

As it was concluded I was mentally unstable

and ended up in mental hospital.

While in there I met an interesting old guy

said he didn’t have long to die!

 

Knew all about the house I’d not long purchased

admitting he’d lived there.

Many years ago and was driven to murder

and it was his malevolent spirit.

That still  existed in the fabric of that place

evil showed in his gnarled face!

 

Whether it was true I couldn’t really be sure

but everybody loathed him there.

Soon afterwards passed on and I didn’t mourn

my girlfriend soon got better.

And I was then released and officially sane

but answers still remain!

 

Never returned to that strange house or area

lost on the whole deal.

Got our relationship back to how it was before

heard the house was destroyed.

Bodies were found in the buildings rubble

leaking gas caused the trouble!

 

I guess the old man was not so mad!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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  1. beautiful 🙂

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  2. What a powerful courageous amazing poem! Paulette

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