Wednesday, 5 August 2009

The House

Speak of no evil in here.
I'd rather live no more.
On this fright night I vow
to hear but never to listen for.
Feel trembles when they knock;
Do nothing when they come.

Masked and unseen, they too appear.
Bringing the evils of life in misfortune;
piled upon desperation's old misery.
In shelter without protection,
In company but solitary,
tarnished by the bad.

I will not open the door
nor will I open the windows.
Let there be no wind
rather than the scent of evil
pervading my abode.
Let there be no light,
nor let there be darkness.
Do not answer their calls, he says.
I posit to never receive any at all.

The strangers might attack,
but only from outside.
But when they do,
I will be laughing,
trapped inside.