Haunted House

Updated: Aug 18, 2019

This was one of the first poems I wrote in recovery. I had this image in my head that I tried to recreate with this fun little gif. I hope you enjoy!

 

The house is dark

A single light aglow

A deadly villain lurks outside

Peeking through windows

It sings a soft, sweet lullaby

Of peace and happiness

It promises instant reprieve

From painful loneliness

It wears no cloak or dagger

Or horror movie mask

It carries with it only

An alcohol-filled flask

So in this early movie scene

Which role do I play?

The stupid girl who opens the door?

Or the hero who saves the day?

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