The House On Hunter Hill

A little spookie ... A little truth From my Stepping Beyond The Picture Series

The House On Hunter Hill A chill runs down my spine As this picture Is placed before you I feel a sense of uneasiness As I begin to step within Almost .... As if I am being cautioned To stay away Stepping Beyond The Picture The House On Hunter Hill Be warned of what you Think you see posted before you Are you sure I am only What seems to be .... A spooky Halloween picture Of no real consequence? Or possibly Am I only a reflection A symbol for so many that have Found their way to be welcomed Into my world of constant despair To step beyond what you see me to be You must first find a way to escape The darkness that stands before you I am the keeper Of all that finds its way To haunt you I am the voice That taunts your weary Mind and heart I may very well be The nightmare that you live My rooms are many Each one holding its own Form of torture Its own form of darkness How many rooms are visited Depends on how far You allow yourself To fall under my spell The world Holds many circumstances For me to remain As you see me to be Each reason Neatly wrapped And locked away To concious mind Not recognized for the trueness of my form Darkness prevails Within chambers of a soul That lets me go unrecognized For what I truly represent Take haste to step beyond my grasp No restrictions to my beckoning Will lead you To throw away willingly All that you cherish My name is carved On so many souls That are weary I am plainly recognizable But denied by many hearts What is the meaning Of the warning left to you here? Before you stands Depression Manor I await to find my way Into a heart that Has had quite enough Of what is today My darkness Waiting to consume .... Waiting to be enabled I hold many hearts Will yours become mine also? Please . . . grab your heartaches Pack your frastrations and your fears Your endless questions of why and how Stay with me a while Once I have cradled you I do not Easily set you free Do you see the The one light that remains burning? Can this be your means of escape Or your lit way to self imprisonment? Do you remain to fall within the Confinement of my darkness? Or .... Do you have the courage To step beyond this picture That could become your own Reservation please? View All My Poems Feedback Welcomed   AspiringAngel

Reviews

[Dani California]

OUTSTANDING!! Wow Lesa! The graphics and the overall presentation are extremely creative and well done. You have composed this piece wonderfully. Perception, state of mind ... reality, or not?

Depression is an internal killer -- and many of us suffer from it. You have put a Halloween-ish spin on a day to day issue that plagues many. A haunting. Brilliant!

"No restrictions to my beckoning
Will lead you
To throw away willingly
All that you cherish"

There is much truth to this -- and it's called hopelessness.
A battle that can be won -- if the will to is strong enough.

Awesome work, Lesa! Love it!!

[Arthur Crow]

This is most chilling and wicked.. your words haunt and thrust into the readers mind vivid imagery,
the allure of darkness beckons the weary.

Absolutely sensational presenation!

[Rain]

Very creative, and artistic. Rain..

[Ray Hamilton]

Do you know my X wife
I think I have lived here LOL
I enjoyed, well written
You do dark very well
Ray

[robert]

Hey Lesa,....I just read this piece again!......Such insight and warnings. I think you could easily be a video producer with this!

[Matthew V. H.]

Why is it you never cease to amaze me?

This was haunting, creepy, and filled with insight. I loved how you made it the manor itself telling the story.

You are definitly in a class of your own.

cheers!
cole-

[robert]

Excellent presentation with a haunting graphic..could I borrow it? Anyway Lesa, this is an outstanding piece of truth.
Been there...done that.....visit there now and again.