More from the Office

Shaking and shuddering I walk inside

The office seems preserved throughout time

The implements of the doctor’s sickness do not hide

Scattered about as if to tell about his crime.

 

I feel as if I am paralyzed with fear

Recalling the stories of the doctor’s rage

Bringing me close to shedding a tear

The stories undulled with my growing age

 

The office was empty except for me

No other living being was in the room

In the moments that I could clearly see

When the lightning illuminated the room

 

Remembering the tales the my grandfather told

The imagery my life through it taunted

The air around me is unnaturally cold

No doubt the asylum is haunted

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Pure Innocence]

A very interesting piece... I know it's odd that I went to one of your earliest works posted on here, but I like to see where a person started and see how far they have come. That being said this is a very mysterious piece that seems to have it's own story, but allowed for the reader to create their own story. I enjoyed it, thank you for posting it.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Again here... there is a need of clarity within the lines:

The office seems preserved throughout time
The implements of the doctor’s sickness do not hide
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Office seems preserved throughout time
Implements of the doctor’s sickness do not hide
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Recalling the stories of the doctor’s rage
Recalling stories of the doctor’s rage
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The stories undulled with my growing age
Stories undull with my growing age
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The office was empty except for me
Office was empty except for me
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When the lightning illuminated the room
When lightning illuminated the room
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Remembering the tales the my grandfather told
The imagery my life through it taunted
The air around me is unnaturally cold
No doubt the asylum is haunted
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Remembering tales that my grandfather told
Imagery in my life through it taunted
Air around me is unnaturally cold
No doubt this asylum is haunted
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Bravo on this lament of a write... you keep us going... and the verses are just enough to keep the audience in... wanting more leading them to the end...

[K.C. Zbryk]

Sometimes the things that we have been taught are hard to believe untill you come in contact with the lesson first hand. Loved this piece! You paint such complete picture and have a talent for holding the reader captive with your thoughts. Amazing write my friend