The House That Never Sleeps
I’ve been here before
In the house that never sleeps
It used to sit at the end of a dirt road
Sick and alone
Kids tried to scare each other
Tried to make
The ghosts
Come out
They didn’t understand
Now it’s rotting
Like a sunken temple of horror
Left to play tricks
On hobos
And junkies
Look at it mocking me
Face like a jack-o’-lantern
I’ve never really left
Have I?
Never forgot
The evil behind every blackened door
How it showed me
Hanged men
In penguin suits
And bow ties
And little girls
Stuck in the cellar
Chained to their own filth
Does it still possess its power?
Or am I the one haunting it?
The door creaks open
I can feel it awaken
HELLO MR. SUMMERS it says
(or am I the one haunting it?)
Hello I say
Great poem! Loved it.
Oh, I’m so glad! Thank you.