Did you notice the doors are upside down?
But reality through them remains upright
Almost everything, except the sound
The house is as much a person as me
The house remains a sheltered memory
The house mimics whatever it can see
As we hush down we hear a creak
The same creak we made when we entered
The same creak but forgetting the shriek
silence prompts us to leave it all to rest
The houses silence
Decides for us what is best.
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The New Year Lore
PoesiaPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
