Words Of A Mircale

House of Darkness

Closed curtains,
Empty walls,
Zero sound,
No phone calls,
No light,
Wellthe only light that shines are the little cracks of light in the distance,
Sitting on the couch right now everyone sleep,
Except me,
The front room is the main part of the house,
The heart of the house and not deep in the basement like "Monster House"
Listening to Mr. Lonely just turned off the blue flash of the flatscreen t.v.
As everyone else fades into their dreams,
Not me,
I look into the darkness,
Where I'm making images out of nothingness,
Night time is the time I lurk,
There's no sound and the only time I don't go to school or work,
Be right back
*walking upstairs to his room*
*closes his eyes touching the walls while hearing others snooze*
*listens to the creeks of each and every step*
*share their own sense of pain as earlier I hear the light wept*
*looks out the window looking at the city*
It's dark and the lights are really pretty,
City I was born in,
The city I abandoned,
The city I'll leave soon again,
I'm starving I probably need food,
But for now...
*opens the window goes through*
*lays down on the rebuilt roof*
I now gaze up at the sky,
The two lights are in a beauty contest,
Between land and sky,
And in the middle is I,
I can't choose cause I'm in the dark house,
You can't even hear the squeak of a mouse,
And yet light bounces off my eyes,
And I know people look for the "I Rise" in poetry,
But just cause I didn't make the famous things,
Doesn't mean I can't make the pleasant things,
And everything i do,
Every place I go,
I must return to where I once was,
I'm now hearing the buzz,
*goes back in the window*
*To the window where the city and my eyes met*
*Down the steps*
*Sits on the couch from where so many people wept*
Why must I domain in a House of Darkness?