Other Side Of The Wall Poem by Chris Noir

It was fifteen or so years ago
the summer on the rise,
With the flowers sprung, scent filling the lungs
Of people who pass them by.

Young moon was still pale in the sky
As the twilight roamed the parks
And the roses bloomed and their perfumes
Crawled softly through the dark.

A curious sound caught my ears
A silent voice that cried and moaned,
There I've heard sighs from other side
Of a ruined garden wall.

Now my brain came quite alert,
my feet running on their own
i quickly crawled over the wall
And was startled by the sight i saw.

There stood alone amidst this grove
An old house covered with mushrooms and leaves
And from inside its walls on upper floors
Came the eerie sighs and screams.

So i climbed the stairs, walked to the door
and rang an old and rusty bell
And i swear the sound that rang so loud
Was coming from the depths of hell.

Then the doors have all of a sudden
Opened, and there stood a man
His face was pale, his scent was stale
And he calmly waved his hand.

He showed me in said not a thing
Though there was pity in his eyes
He walked on forth on the squeaky floor
And i followed, on my own surprise.

The main room Although not too big
Was arranged in vintage style
With antique chairs put in a pair
By the old gramophone on the other side.

In one of the chairs below the stairs
There sat a shadow or a ghost
and more have roamed this ancient home
whose threshold i unwillingly have crossed

The old man again had waved his hand
And showed me to go up the stairs
To the floor, from which moments before
I heard those sighs of pure despair.

Up there was darker, and the air stank of meat
Rotting and putrid, the reek of death
As i walked by tears filled my eyes
From the houses ghastly breath.

Finally i reached my destination
A marble bathroom, smelly and cold
Tiles blood splattered and a mirror battered
its shards all over the crimson floor.

A wave of the hand, and the man again
Is telling me to go,
Closer to fractured glimpses of my reflection
Was that what he wanted to show?

I gazed to the depths of the reflection so dead
I could hardly say was mine
It slowly bled from its open head
On its mouth a desperate cry,

So it was me, who made those screams
nightmare fueling sighs of death
then a mirror shard pierced through my arm
And i started running out of breath.

I bled out for a good long while
on the marble bathroom floor
the old man smiled as i laid dying
covered in my own gore.

Then a shrieking sound rang out loud
and to it i was awakened
It now seems twas just a dream,
Induced by all the pills Ive taken.

So my sleepy arm found the alarm
And slammed the clock until it stopped
the sound has died, but so did the night
The sun was high when i awoke

I made some breakfast and drank my tea
went to school and then back home,
but for all those years, that dream i fear
When i walk the park alone.

It will always stay engraved
In the back of memories graves
To this day, it has remained
And it never ceased stay.

It was fifteen or so years ago
The sun announced the coming fall
Now the roses bloom with toxic fumes
From the other side of the wall.