The wind howls against the empty house
I'm locked inside, trapped
Dust clutters around me,
All forms of life cease.
Day by day,
They come and go
Waiting, watching,
For the shadow in the window.
Dishes climb over the sink,
Sheets shrink at the sight of me,
The fire place remains unlit,
Loneliness haunts my remains.
A ghost, living a life
Watching them come and go,
Staring at the outside.
Go to the third floor
Read the emotionless letters
Filled with doubt and sorrow
Feel the life I never did
Return to sender
Unopened letters sit and wait,
Wait to be heard,
By someone who's already gone.
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Wow
This is a poem that carries with it a natural sadness and chilling sort of mood. Well done.
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A ghost, living a life
Watching them come and go,
Staring at the outside.
…chilling….a very different take on the title..and I’m so happy you used this one (I’m not sure, I think you were the first)…anyway good job. I thought the second stanza was a bit off-flow, but the last lines are simply stunning…
Thanks so much for entering, and I hope to read more of your work!
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