July 20, 2014

 

 

A moment touched,

too hot to handle.

When the only light,

a fading candle.

 

The room so cold

icicles hung inside

the window, revealing

condensation’s pride.

 

Then the nightly horror

when darkness fell;

the creaking floor boards,

the haunting yell.

 

The closet door latch,

depressed, on it’s own.

The thunderous heartbeat,

of being left all alone.

 

The collapse of soot from

the chimney breast,

caused by a mummified fledgling,

blown from it’s place of rest.

 

The retreat under the blanket

to await his fate.

The long journey

to hell, to anticipate.

 

But hell never reached

for sleep surely came,

as each night before,

and ones that followed, the same.

 

Until he eventually moved out

when the house was condemned.

And gone forever, the nightmares,

he thought, would never end.

 

 

 

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