I Don’t Like The Noises My House Makes When I’m Alone
A Phantasmagoric Poem
I don’t like the noises my house makes when I’m alone
There shouldn’t be footsteps or creaking or mumbles or groans
I fear that my house may have an unwanted guest
But something less wholesome than a measly pest
My house is an old one, it’s been here for years
Although it’s been sturdy that’s not what I fear
My thoughts are secluded to one subject matter
I’m hoping that answers are serve on a platter
For you see I’ve been thinking, all through the day
I’ve lived in this house far to long not to stay
I’d hate to be chased out by something as small
As a ghastly little creature inside these four walls
No I’ll fight and I’ll rattle the cages that way
Maybe this living thing will just GO AWAY
About the Creator
Jose Sanchez
Howdy! I’ve been writing for about 9 years now. Everything from plays to graphic novels to short stories to haiku’s about hating retail. Thanks for the support! Feel free to follow me on social media. Enjoy
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