A Whisper!


The air suddenly becomes icy cold

your breath much deeper now

is the mind playing tricks on you

all is still yet you do not feel bold

just wanting to get out somehow

as your hands now turn blue

the loud thumping is your heart

pounding in an aching chest

imagination or a real event

not feeling very smart

a skeptic that loves to jest

there was a sense of intent

what was this feeling of dread

did you hear a whisper near

had an object hit the floor

were these sounds of the dead

now the meaning of fear

where was that exit door

in this ancient and rustic inn

member of a ghost hunting team

thinking why am I in this place

terrified of the building you’re in

suddenly there is a loud scream

through a window you see a face

your mind dramatically changed

did ghosts exist in the same space

getting out before coming deranged

that possibility tried to erase

is it wise having an inquisitive mind

you never know what you will find!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

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House! The Beginning!

Alone neglected the house was stark

empty for years unwelcome icy cold

silent nothing moved it looked dark

with a faded sign reading house sold

whether night or day there is no telling

what was in this despicable dwelling!

 

Noises had often been heard from inside

even the stagnant air had a foul smell

what did this house have within to hide

could it be another gateway to hell

oozing evil this was an abomination

they entered with a deep trepidation!

 

Trees were rotten everything had died

yet these fools still the house defied!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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