Haunted house – a.l.c (pouring truth)

A pin drops in an empty room,
Spiders scatter like demons.

Another home painted bare,
Another black ghosts
Lonely, vacant stare.
A house that echoes,
But never talks…
Still, around every corner
Silent, secrets knock.
A mad house, some called it,
So it was condemned
too soon.

I had so much hope
That got lost
In that one safe room.

a.l.c

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