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House of Horrors
House of Horrors
Inside My Head.....
Is a house with many rooms
Not the pretty house
With the coordinated colors
And the finely manicured lawn
With the great big Live Oak tree
It's that house, on the street.
The eyesore that people
Turn a blind eye to,
As if it didn't exist.
Not worthy of anyone's attention.
Inside is a Mirror_rorriM image.
The same eyesore, that
Friends never come to visit
Because ...... There are none
Only fights, arguments, turmoil & despair
Inside, you won't find maids, butlers
Cooks, or even candle stick makers
Save for a 15 year old boy
Left to be the all-in-one
'Cos no one else cares
The many rooms are the stages.
Remnants of a life, unlived,
Potentials unfulfilled,
Unwanted, expendable
Tortured and forever haunted
Go to the rooms, and you'll find
Some doors unlocked, some open wide.
But the rooms of innocence,
and forgiveness...
Well, ... let's just say, they were
Not invited to the party.
My inner child? Where is he?
The boy who wanted to fly.
The one who always said
"Please" and "Thank You"
With a smile, even when
His heart was damaged.
Look all you like,
'Cos he won't be found, you see,
he is in a very "special" place.
Tied up, blindfolded, gagged, and
Thrown into a locked closet
Of a very dark room
Behind a triple-locked door
The keys and combination,
Tossed, and forgotten ages ago
The next stop on the tour
Is the adolescent phase
Better known as the room of horrors
Though also locked, you can't miss it.
It's the door with blood seeping underneath,
a small, coagulated pool in the hallway,
That no one ever bothered to clean up.
Not a happy place
On the other side of the house is
The room of dreams.
Filled with all the things
Hoping to be accomplished.
The figure of a man
Standing on a stage.
Hidden in the shadows
Holding it down,
"One" with the drums
Playing songs that move the soul
The writer, seated at a desk
With a small lamp
Dispensing encouraging
Words of wisdom to those in need
The aspirations of finding happiness,
Love, and all the beauty Life has to offer.
Of happy children, loved, and protected
Confident, and compassionate.
There is a lot of dust in this room,
As it was abandoned long ago
Around the time Innocence disappeared
And sheer survival emerged.
If you ever see this house, turn away
And keep walking.......please
......Just keep walking
Copyright Mirror_rorriM 2016. 7/4/16 2:49a
