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
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the path to heaven leads to hell 🙂
Thank you!! 🙂
Big smiles. Fabulous job with this. Memorable.
Thank you!!:) 🙂
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!!!!
Thank you – that sounds exactly like the type of place I was describing…places replete with history, sadness and darkness…. 🙂
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.
Thank you – I think you are very right re a church being such a good allegory for the world itself! 🙂