Haunted House Poem by Dyhanara Rios

The words bubble at my lips,
But I refuse to speak anyway.
For once, I'll keep quiet
And silence the dreary thoughts.
The sadness weakens my hips;
No more boxes will be moved today.
Forgive me for being so defiant,
But the shock tied my brain into knots.

The walls have spoken a lot with the centuries;
Fresh tears rot my diaries and their memories.
I know spirits haunt this house; I saw one myself.
They play with the episodic spiders on each shelf

The biggest part of me
Will be left behind when we leave.
Could the ghost of my past
Stay to haunt the next residents?

I fear the change and the quick unknowns;
The specters and their sorrow sleep my bones.