Haunted

Pallid color is peeling off the walls in fancy shapes
Plants rotten and scattered all over the floor
The wooden floor is crackling beneath my feet
Ready to break and take me down into unknown depths

All my steps are chosen carefully and ages ago
It seems like I've been wandering these halls for aeons
My fingernails are scratching along the panels
Collecting dust and dirt as if it would be the last time

A chilly wind is circling my shoulders and bare arms
Like a hundred tiny fingers whirling over my skin
My robe is slightly floating with the gentle breeze
And dust is dancing slowly within the glow of the moon

Hushed voices are whispering inside this emptiness
Telling stories about a thousand souls caved in misery
Their pain is almost palpable in all its awful glory
Filling the atmosphere with the heavy scent of demise

This house is haunted by a million screaming faces
Their hollow eyes are glowing in the impermeable dark
Pervading my senses until they're in their control
And all I am left to feel is a tremendous cold inside

My footfalls are only a faint echo within the emptiness
Echoing from far away and swallowed by tranquility
Nothing seems to remind of my wandering here
I'm long lost and forgotten before the sun begins to rise

Author's Note

thank you so much for taking time to read this. And a very special thank you to all of you who also took the time to leave a comment. <3

Reviews

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masterful setting built with your imagery. the one thing i think everyone thusfar has missed; is that the narrator is a ghost that does not know? the conflict is that the voice shows physical manifestation through the poem but the ending is what makes me think this... perhaps i am far off base, it would not be the first or last. great poem with everything aside. i can feel the pings of shadow around me as whenever i come to close to a spectre.

[Katie]

again, very nice imagery. in your mind's eye, it really takes you to a haunted house, where ghosts wander and time does not have any meaning. you have a very good feeling for creating atmosphere. -k

[37mm]

i also think this is supposed to tell the story of someone not knowing that they're a ghost, because they're still haunted by what happened in their or someone else's past. maybe they're in a mental asylum? wherever it is, this is a very eerie setting and a well written piece. I really enjoyed reading it, dear.

[Angelic Darkness]

This poem reminds me of a ghost wondering, what they perceive as they follow
along the lonely halls of nothingless, and wondering where they fit in.
Haunted of still feeling the emotions that roam, but no soothing for this
lost soul. This is a great poem.

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[Orlando Murcia]

Very well illustrated I enjoyed this poem very much indeed, Nice job! Orlando

[Voltaire Mephisto (aka ..]

I love people who write dark poetry. It did have a sort of campfire feel to it.

[M J Hutton]

vivid yet elusive. rich with depth and emotion, f*****g loved it.

[Aiden Marie]

i found this to be a very descriptive poem, i really liked, very deep and touching, you did a wonderful job here!!
-averak-

[Cold Coffee Magazine]

Hmmm...pretty good. All we need is a campfire and some smores.

Thanks for sharing your work.

Dave

[PianoandPage]

this poem was velvet. heavy with words that float like insence. (sp?)

i love the first perspective on this. excellent. very moody and atmospheric.