Door

Damn am I cold

Promise you'll never lie again

Said you only open for whispers from the wind

Begged you to stay shut so he would never leave me again

but instead you just open at every ring

Every pulls at your knob

so weak you are

Now your hinge’s that swing your weight cant measure the far

Now here we are

Darkness shines on the light

House creeps of silence

My mind keeps telling my heart you were right

Instead I follow my mind

Then leave the loneliness alone

Creep creep crack

The goodbye mat

S**t it might be your foot print?

The coolness snuggles me from the dusty vents

The covers that lingers your scent

Scare of loneliness scatters my soul

Damn am I cold

Your in

Coking from incarcerated imagination

Now my sensibility start faking

Your taking and taking

Yes I am glad

You betrayed me!

Denied and ignored vowels and god

For a w***e

I’m content

That you came one last time

Before you mysteriously died

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I never want to say goodbye

Even after death your haunted bye my grudge

Now I dare your dick to budge

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Your died now for a cheap quick f**k

I’m not leaving my house because the front door wont shut

 

Damn am I cold

Promise you'll never lie again

Said you only open for whispers from the wind

begged you to stay shut so he would never leave me again

but instead you just open every time

Every pulls at your knob

so weak you are

Now your hinge’s that swing your weight cant measure the far

Now here we are

Damn am I cold?

Author's Note

I wanted to write a peom about someone dead being haunted by someone alive. Trying to reveal that you can have working lungs but be dead in the inside, because of things we have done worng..LIKE killing your husband for cheating.

Reviews

[Tony Woods]

I liked it, I agree with Stephan, there are some typos in there, but the important thing is that you accomplished your goal with the writing.

It's a lot like the Tell-tale Heart by Edger Allen Poe. This lunatic (although he tries to convince you he's sane) kills an old man next door and buries him underneath his floorboards, and when the cops come to investigate he feels so guilty he winds up confessing because he can't get the beating of the man's heart out of his head (if you are familiar with the story I'm sorry I wasted time explaining it). Very similar subject matter, chilling indeed.

[JustKeith]

Yes, well done!

[Stormy]

this was painfully beautifully written exactly how u felt which makes it even more beatiful this the true meaning of poetry keep doing u

[Stephanotis]

You may have originally wanted to write about a dead person being haunted by someone alive, but then the poem took on a life of its own, which is how literature works. It's a really beautiful poem. It's got rhythm and flow. I'm not sure about the "HAHAHAHAHA" in there. It broke the tone in a way that was more distracting than creepy.

And you really got to watch out for grammar mistakes. "Your" is possessive. "You're" is "You are." A good reread could fix all that.

Overall, I really liked it. You've got a knack for poetry.