Dark Corners

[Regel]

This house has many dark corners.

Damp with moisture,

There are places where flies go to die.

 

The cold drafts and creaky wooden floors,

Have more than once fooled me

Into believing I was not alone.

 

Alone and dark it stands now quiet.

It was once alive with the sights and sounds

Of children’s laughter.

 

This house was once a home,

Its cracked boarded windows

Still filters light on to vinyl tiles.

 

 

Trapped here for all eternity

Earthbound, restless, empty

A shadow of what I once was.

 

The smells of corruption fill my nostrils,

As I stride downward to the basement

Are the echoes of footfalls in my mind?

 

There, in the darkest corner

I shutter at what I might find,

A nightmare spectre or a body defiled.

Edited August 20, 2005 by Regel

[Appy]

Ooooh *squeels with glee*, creepy yet metaphorically deep, I like it!

I hampered a bit at the last line of the sixth stanza, but I put that down to not having had any coffee yet. Very smooth read, very strong image. Thanks for sharing.

[WrenWind]

I felt myself walking with you. Very vivid!

[Peredhil]

Thank you. It resonates in some private corners of my own.