the doors slam shut with a groan,
horrendous sounds that echo with a moan.
death looms and reaks,
from stairs that creak.
my mind a black hole,
wondering what is... its life role.
i wonder and wonder, all around.
roaming this silent house without a sound.
screams of my chery black past
seem to have passed at long last.
and with all due respect.
this i must, and will, inspect.
for this mystery is of all ranges,
and thus i hate its total strangeness.
although i am reluctant to say,
that there might still be a ray of hope one day.
though it is rare,
love,hapiness,care.
i hope one day
that i can say
all will erase.
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Poem anthology
PoetryA series of poems that i will be writing when ever i get the inspiration. Any feedback will be appreciated, I'm also opened to ideas. I hope you enjoy.
