Poetry

 
 
For so long no one knew,
 
About the little house that was blue.
 
It had been there, lonely for years.
 
Now all I hear about are the fears.
 
 
 
My brother told me someone died.
 
But I really hope he had lied.
 
Because that would mean there’s a ghost.
 
And if that’s true and I go in, I’m toast!
 
 
 
And mommy and daddy would miss me lots.
 
Because me and my brother are all they gots.
 
I think it’s worth a try.
 
But what if I’m next to die?
 
 
 
Off to heaven,
 
With my old dog, Kevin.
 
Where we could play all day,
 
Have fun and lay.
 
 
 
Off to the house I go.
 
Will I make it out? Who knows!
 
I approach the great big gate,
 
Now awaiting my life’s fate.
 
 
 
Creek!
 
The gate opens as I sneak a quick peek.
 
And slowly approached the doors,
 
Waiting to see what lures.
 
 
 
I walked in very slow.
 
Not making the slightest crow.
 
There was still furniture in every room.
 
I heard noise behind me that sounded like a boom.
 
 
 
Closer and closer the sound came.
 
I’m beginning to see why this house has a lot of fame.
 
I did not move or twitch.
 
Not even when I had the slightest itch.
 
 
 
The sound felt as if it were next to me.
 
I was so afraid to try and flee.
 
Should I try and peek around and see?
 
All that the noise could be.
 
 
 
I followed, scared as ever.
 
Wondering if I’d come back? Maybe never.
 
The noise was coming from behind a closet door.
 
My fear began to grow a little more.
 
 
 
I opened it really slow.
 
Only to feel from behind a great big blow.
 
I go crashing down to the floor.
 
I feel like my life will be no more.