Hidden In My House

This is just a narrative poem. A simple story...some of the plot can be left up to the imagination.

One day I was sitting

Alone at my house.

My mother had left

She simply HAD to get out.

 

Then a man, he came in.

With not smile nor grin.

Then he knocked me out cold.

While our stuff, he stole.

 

He knew if he killed me,

And then later was found,

His sentence to prison,

Would be quite profound.

 

And he knew if he took me,

It would be the same.

So he decided to play

A whole different game.

 

He tied up my hands,

He tied up my feet.

He covered me up,

With a white cupboard sheet.

 

He hid me away

Inside my own house.

In a place no one knew.

I couldn’t get out.

 

When my mother came home,

She couldn’t find me….

Anywhere.

So she called the police,

Who’s same thought, they did share.

 

For the next six months

You could see my face

In coffee shops, billboards

All over the place.

 

They searched and they searched.

For many, many years.

And my sad story

Reached many an ear.

 

Every night.

I head my mother sighing/

Little did she know.

To find me, far, she did not need to go.

 

After many years

My mother moved away.

The thought she had possessed.

The thought that she would stay.

 

I’m still hidden here.

Inside my own house.

A place no one knows,

I still can’t get out.

 

 

Author's Note

It's not 'flowy,' I know....
I like it the way it is, but if you REALLY think it should be...'prettier' if you get my jist, please let me know! :)