Just An Empty House

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a fairly old poem that I wrote and I don't really know how to describe what it's about really so you can just make your own interpretation of it if you'd like.. I would like some feedback, please. And also, if you'd like, read my others as well.

Submitted: March 01, 2013

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Submitted: March 01, 2013



I'm sitting here alone

In a corner

I hear them moan

I look around me,

A house so big and empty

I'm trying to hide

So they can't find me

Haunting these halls

Breathing in the walls

I run fast

But can't outrun my past

I don't know how much longer I can last

In this lonely place

With not a familiar face

To take away my fear

The only thing I can hear

Is the mournful cries of the souls

Who once roamed these halls

Of this saddened place

This is just an empty house

Filled with the sad memories

That have haunted me through the dark ages of my past

With the everlasting agony of this empty wooden corpse

I'll never forgive myself for entering this black abyss

That is sucking my life away

Slowly everday 

I'm trying to reach out for a way out of this life

It seems the harder I try

The more I get sucked into the place I most feared.

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