Moon Night Poem by Meriam Joseph

I think this place is haunted, oh dear
Can’t you feel silence swallow our fear?
I can hear someone humming a lullaby
Think I saw a ghostly light somewhere nearby

My candlelight flicker as its about to die,
Turn around go back; think I heard someone cry
Thundering is roaring outside warning its time
What are the chances if we flip that dime?

There are dead trees outside
The wallpaper looks a century old
It’s so cold inside and the furniture’s half eaten
Everything on a full moon night

The eyes of the pictures, I think they’re following me
The vows of the hatred, they’re struggling to be free
The windows are broken; I’ve got goose bumps on my arms
The red rug on floor, it so has lost its charm

There are dead trees outside
The wallpaper looks a century old
It’s so cold inside and the furniture’s half eaten
Everything on a full moon night
Everything on a full moon night.

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