Stretched, gnarled branches hover above
The haunting house once full of love
Ivy creeps up, along the side
The boy in front with eyes so wide
Adrenaline pumps throughout his veins
As he grips the handle, all courage drains
Body aching, his instincts scream to run
But his taunting thoughts remind him of the fun
Hesitantly, he takes a step
Into a room of darkness and death
In that same moment, his cry was heard
And that was a lesson, do not disturb
- aj
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tainted souls ✎ poetry
Poetrydedicated to the good, the broken and the undeserving a book of my poetry trigger warnings will be placed in chapters if needed - aj
