The Spot On The Wall Poem by soren Barrett

From the rain that did fall
There came a stain on the wall
A dark spot buried in the board
That struck a deep emotional chord

A vacilating countenance, in wood, you could see
Caused by a change in humidity
A face, that would predict the happenings of the day
One fallen from grace, some would say

A simple darkening in the grain
Which would predict joy or pain
When with a frown it was clad
What would follow was always sad

When the visage appeared enraged
That day, all hell would be engaged
When a smile it displays
It would foretell of better days

From one's own mind it did declare
Whether happieness or despair
Like a Rorschach card it would project
One's soul, that one tries to protect

With brushes and soap we tried to erase
The vestiges of this Mephistophelian face
But with each intrepid try
Darker would become the demonic dye

When to the spot people grew near
From its look they would turn in fear
Because of people's dire dread
The blemish was hidden behind a bed

Still, the curious would steal a glance
That their future they could see, perchance
But in pursuing this Cassandran romance
With their own ghost they would dance

Watching a movie that you know the end
Knowing things from which you can not defend
Of all, the worst terror comes from inside
Like the spot, our fears, we can not, but try to hide