House Poem by marie burton

Silence is deafening
When your all alone
The house seems to speak
With a moan and a groan
It creeks and cracks in the middle of the night
You face a dark lonely plight
Check the windows lock the doors
Pace up and down black wooden floors
Your eyes see thing that are not there
As you climb the rickety old oak stair
Stumbling into bed lay your head down
Listening quietly to every sound
Close your eyes drift away
In a creaky old house on the edge of the bay

Written by M.BURTON