there was a house where every night
the screams would fill the quiet
unspoken thoughts and rage leading
to a history of violence
apparitions thin and fading
seeking their revenge
knowing little of the daytime
for twilight was their friend
a thirst and hunger
never to be quenched
life never lived again
beaten down and hidden away
from the worlds prying eye
a single thought borne every night
simply a wish to die
deafening silence
making way for piercing cries
innocence lost
and vengeance gained
the walls absorbed the pain
condemned for all eternity
to repeat it all again
lies and damnation abound
inside this house that
never was a home
the silent screams within your head
belong to the ghosts of now
A contest entry
- The ghostly presence by Karlie67.
650 points, ended September 11, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow this was griping! what I liked best was this bit :
apparitions thin and fading
seeking their revenge
knowing little of the daytime
for twilight was their friend
Fabulous! Great write & good luck in the contest!
Karlie
xx
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