The floor struggles under my feet,
As I sneak around on my own.
An abode, a place to call home
It is vacant, empty,silent.
The vastness, oh the vastness opens up,
Piercing my ears with its screams
I run for shelter, from my own house.
I am frantic for a sign of life.
The chairs are still,
The table stares with glazed eyes.
The sofa succumbs to sleep
And my bed lies.
A bulb comes to life,
Replacing the rooms with light,
That’s worse than darkness even
I furnish and I refurbish
I clean, wipe, scrub.
My towel lies as it was in the morning
Crumpled, wet by me
I look at the sinister wall staring,
Mocking my predicament
Mocking my predicament
For a sign of life
Did this move?
Was that a shadow?
Is someone watching me?
I wish! I wish! The house was haunted
But for a sign of life.
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