The creaking from the attic,
It was subtle – light,
There was no one home,
It was an old, very old night,
The TV downstairs was on – rambling,
The windows were clouded – dark,
The doors open wide,
It summoned, “Hark!”
Something screamed,
From inside, filling the space with distress,
Soon the silence made it worse,
No way comprehend what it was – only guess,
Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain
Nice writing.
Thanks. =)
Very vivid description of an inner turmoil portrayed with images in the external world…This is truly poetry….
Thank you for the kind words. =)