There are whispers under the floorboards if you listen closely.
You can ignore them or drown them out,
They will still give you no sleep.
You notice their eyes peeking out of cracks in the white ceiling,
They burn like charcoal in the dark,
They rob you of warm and fuzzy feelings.
You loved this house once, now you see grey faces in doorways.
Truth be told, you want to leave,
But the ghouls do not give you dog days.
Their lips press against the wallpaper as you close your eyes.
You can ignore them or drown them out,
Still, you are alone and paralyzed.
The fear hangs above your crooked neck like a rusty guillotine.
You avoid the darkest of corners,
Yet you can never ever flee this scene.
This house was your new beginning, it was your ticket out.
Too bad your sins got trapped in the walls
To become your only crowd.
We watch you pack your things, we let you walk these halls.
You are not leaving this place unscathed.
Be brave, this is your last fall.
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 