The House

Haunted House

Haunted House (Photo credit: Sean MacEntee)

A lonely house
Upon a hill
Hid every secret
Every ill

Knock on the door
Or ring the bell
The path to heaven
Leads to hell

And all the mortals
Who dwell within
Lost their innocence
Soaked in sin

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to The House

  1. the path to heaven leads to hell 🙂

  2. Jamie Dedes says:

    Big smiles. Fabulous job with this. Memorable.

  3. jrosenberry1 says:

    The poem sounds a lot like some of the local places around here .. old places, creaky and drafty, with attics that are still curtained and used to be “jails” for the unwanted, unspoken people in the family. The mentally ill, the disabled, the feeble. Lots of secrets; lots of pain.
    Great poem!!!!

  4. There’s an old house in the picture, but this poem me evokes images of old churches atop at the the hills in the small towns scattered around my home province of Ontario. Beyond that, the world seems a church, old, full of secrets, where innocence is lost as we search for something real in the mud. Well done.

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