Part 2, House

This is a poem about my mind. I view my mind as a huge house with lots of doors that are locked from the inside. Oldie <3

Ivy devours the haunting mansion

That sits before you.

Leaving little brick to be seen,

Seen by wandering curious orbs,

Much like your own.

Windows untouched on this massive house,

Seemingly frozen in time.

Time is unfrozen by a figure waving in the window.

Your feet glide across the ground,

Over to the huge wooden doors.

Pictures of eternal damnation

Are intricately carved in the door,

To you is seems more of a mural than a door.

The door creaks open and you slowly enter,

Enter into an unknown darkness.

Hallways filled with hundreds of doors,

This is what you see when you wander,

Wander aimlessly around as your guard is unknowingly let down.

An eerie aura envelops you,

Your muscles tense as you look around.

You try and leave, but the door won’t open.

That is what you find for every door.

A chill runs up your spine,

And you feel as if you are being followed.

Hidden by shadows, your thoughts come true,

Two blood red orbs watch your every move,

As they follow you.

Those same dangerous eyes,

Appear in front of you.

Small rays of light seep into the hallway,

They shine upon the face that holds those eyes.

What you see is yourself,

A darker side of yourself.

They smirk at you and then disappear.

Once again you are left alone,

Alone to wander in a house that you are unable to escape.

Author's Note

Part 2 of my 3 part series. Escape from Part 1 and end up in part 2, escape from part 2 and end up in part 3.