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The House Nobody Visits

Poetry By: reyab naserah
Mystery and crime

a nightmare i had 2 weeks ago...

Submitted:Nov 30, 2012    Reads: 76    Comments: 5    Likes: 0   

I saw that she had been around for a long time

From the room that nobody was allowed to visit

In that white house with the white door

And walls that nobody was allowed to see.

Across the room

I stood at the huge white windows

And chanted for the evil to not reach me.

But outside the room that nobody sees…

I saw him enter through the side door

His hair had been shaved or burnt in a perfect arc

Right through the middle of his scalp

Smiling his disgusting smile

He transferred to me:

You are coming with me!

I begged and cried NO!...

I want to stay with my Gran…'

you've done too much damage already…

there's NOWHERE to go.

You've run too far…!

I wept for all I was worth..

My powers were exhausted…

I ran back to the Room that nobody sees,

In the house nobody visits

And I cried for her to protect me….

Across the room

In small white cupboards,

People had written books about her..

She had looked SO different in days before,

SO different in each book,

Taking on new looks and colours…

Wasn't it yesterday

When I saw the gold-bordered pictures on the walls that nobody sees

In the room nobody knows about?

I called out to my white-haired Dame in weak, collapsed tears.

She assured me that she would be there for time (infinite)

I looked outside the Big Windows again

In the House Nobody Visits

And stared with intent

At the dry pile of sticks collecting on the grass across from my view…

I tore some hair from my head,

Chanted while I twisted it

And finally, placed it in my mouth.

I was ready to face the evil man on Our porch.

I smiled his evil smile now

And we turned to leave the house together,

The House That Nobody Visits

I chanted with each step I took,

Bringing the Universe to a single point …


The Door Of The House That Nobody Visits

Started to close behind him.

He turned back to glare at me,

FURY writ large across his face!!!

It was only his head that remained now

As I laughed my evil laugh at him

Then turned around to

Hug my House

I walked into the Room

The Room Nobody Knows About

My hair started to turn white

And my smooth hands wrinkled

I touched My books and pictures Of Me

With loving devotion


Returning to the huge windows

I beckoned the collected sticks to me and set them a-fire.

What's another few centuries..? (I smile to myself…)



At the Door Nobody Knocks,

The Boy with the glasses and the familiar face,

Looks back at me with sad eyes,

Gets into the back seat of the stately Morris Minor just as the rain starts to pour.

I hide behind the door

Of The House Nobody Visits

And bid him a silent, sad Farewell.


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