The house was supposed to be
empty
He'd prepared himself for
that
He thought he'd find it
hollow
Lacking, dry and cold
But no, the house was
full
To his dismay and
shock
It haunted and assaluted him with lights and sounds and smells
The memories oppressed him
'Til at last he laid still and
forgot.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
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