Haunted house – a.l.c (pouring truth)

A pin drops in an empty room,Spiders scatter like demons. Another home painted bare,Another black ghostsLonely, vacant stare.A house that echoes,But never talks…Still, around every cornerSilent, secrets knock.A mad house, some called it,So it was condemnedtoo soon. I had so much hopeThat got lostIn that one safe room. a.l.c online at: https://pouringtruth.wordpress.com/