over your plan”
so I sat, as I listened
to the officious looking man.
He seemed unfazed by my frowning face
his cheesy smile fixed, almost super glued in place.
”Can I stop you there” I was rude enough to say,
for his manner was odd,
thus making me sway.
The room became darker
as painful words sank in,
like tiny daggers, aligned, strangely making me grin.
For pain can be a friend, adjusting senses from a tilt.
I ceased falling, I was safe, he was backing me to the hilt.
My Plan was effective, there was no doubt.
And the Plan? For me to know,
I have no idea, at all, where this came from, or what is means precisely, I just went with the flow, and the flow brought me a question, which I assume will never be answered. Rightly so methinks. 🙂 xx
Did you hear that?…
turning quickly round
as if speed would help
capture the sound,
to try and trace
the source of unease , as if something strange
had come to squeeze, the air from your lungs
as you catch your breath,
can noise really scare
you to death?
You search for clues, did something break?
has a picture fallen for goodness sake
Did a door slam, did the stairway creak?
you find nothing, though you still seek
for something earthly bound to cause
the way your heartbeat’s set to pause.
You check upstairs, downstairs too
you’re in a state what should you do?
Then you see it, ‘tis there in the shadow
giving you chills deep down to the marrow.
You try to scream but,…
‘twas only a dream for goodness sake,
you settle down and close your eyes
until suddenly to your surprise,
you hear a noise…
spin your head round,
to capture the source
of the unearthly sound…….
Deja Vu?….you too?
Let me tell you a story of a room with no view,
the windows are boarded, it’s door is locked too
no way can you enter this dark scary place,
as a man so alone wants to see no-ones face.
For many long years he’s lived locked inside
this room with no view, this place he can hide
deathless, seemingly immortal, he waits in vain
for his one true love, and it’s driven him insane
She left him heartbroken, no backward glance
She left him without pity, no second chance
Little did she know, he knew where she’d gone
he’s waiting for vengeance, as her only child lives on
This child has grown. a young lady of means
she bought the house outright, totally unseen
She was excitedly viewing it, from top to bottom
BUT one door was locked, a lost key forgotten
He waited for a chance to catch her alone
some friend had been there, now they’d gone,
As he heard her footsteps outside his room,
he whispered silently, “You’ll be with me soon”
I know no more of this unhappy tale
but the neglected house is again up ‘For sale’
Mayhap the Dark Room is still locked away
but could there be two who inhabit it today?