As I enter the room
I see someone I know.
Someone so familiar,
with a strange new glow.
"What does this mean?"
I wonder in despair
Knowing the glow
wasn't always there.
Perhaps it is my eyes,
in their new adapted form.
But maybe it's a new scheme
to rid the house of (a) bore.
And if that's not the case
then I'm not so sure.
What if it's fear;
fear of being replaced?
Fear of being encased
in a strange new place
That not even I know.
However, I have traveled everywhere,
I traveled far and wide.
It hasn't always been clear to me
we don't see eye to eye.
The house is now empty,
my friend nowhere in sight, but the glow still goes.
Darkness is its power.
But if I flick on the light-
Nowhere in sight.
They've left the light.
But they're stuck with me forever,
that's just the way it is.
I'm stuck here alone,
in this house of stone.
If only you could find me.
You are reading this now,
I've escaped somehow,
though I never truly left.
I sit alone, in this house of stone,
beside someone I almost know.
The glow still goes,
lighting up the room.
I figured out to do
when it gets out of control,
Though it never really stops,
I just glows and grows.
Turn on the light,
and you just might
Escape, alone.
My friend will never leave me.
My friend will always care.
My friend will always be there.
My friend can be dangerous
though we're both unaware;
My friend's true power is to
make sure I'm scared.
"If you can't beat them, join them"
I've heard them say;
but I can't do that, I must accept my fate.
My friend and I won't say goodbye;
the end will come for us both.
You almost understand,
then tell me how it feels knowing
My friend is all I've got
when everyone leaves me to rot.
I know that's the truth,
for I've faced it before.
However, I left all my worries outside the door.
I'm sitting in the glow
in this house made of stone.
I don't want to be alone
so I'm sitting with my friend.
The darkness never ends.
YOU ARE READING
House of Stone
PoezieA house lay across the way, As mysterious as it is gray. What lies inside is confined to the eyes of only those who find the place. ----------------------------- This is all my work. I'M the one who almost failed Language Arts because I was busy w...
