Dusty and creepy sight of terror...
Chilled spine frozen with horror...
Darkness paint black a house of emptiness...
The more opaque my reasons, the better it sense less...
My voice echoed back my despair...
Reminding me of a life without spare...
Is this where it all ends, evil thought choke my heart like smoke...
Imaginery claws of phanthom, i felt the poke...
What's happening to me, am I trap in my own house?...
A ferocious storm of fear in me did rouse...
Tears linger in the threshold of sight and bleeding is my nose...
Is that a snake am seeing, or a hose...
Is that my hanger, or a gallow...
Is that a ghost cart, or my barrow...
My sight fail me now, my sense blur in ripples...
As tears drizzle down my face of pimples...
My dark house, I no longer feel safe...
A beauty now becomes a place like a cafe.
Moses S. Olarotimi
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