The Door’s Voice

The creaking from the attic,
It was subtle – light,
There was no one home,
It was an old, very old night,

The TV downstairs was on – rambling,
The windows were clouded – dark,
The doors open wide,
It summoned, “Hark!”

Something screamed,
From inside, filling the space with distress,
Soon the silence made it worse,
No way comprehend what it was – only guess,


Thanks for reading.
Patrick Rain

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LionAroundWriting
4 years ago

Nice writing.

Patrick Rain
4 years ago

Thanks. =)

intrudesite
4 years ago

Very vivid description of an inner turmoil portrayed with images in the external world…This is truly poetry….

Patrick Rain
4 years ago
Reply to  intrudesite

Thank you for the kind words. =)