Nightmare house

[bhamtya]

dis is a poem i wrote whn was of age 15.....:eek6:

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NIGHTMARE HOUSE
it kept on dripping
very little, drop by drop
every little moment
stop by stop

d wall was all cracked
wid cobwebs strangling d stone
and in dem sat a spider
patiently, all alone

d floors wer made of wood
decaying wid d year
creaking for attention
whnevr a footstep sounded near

d windows wer in a sad state
wid panes all broken
shards of glass on d sill
jarring d lever's token

der wasnt a single beam
widout calcites forming a crown
all d white paint
had turned to rusty brown

roaches ran for dear lyf
around and around d room
all d curtains had fallen
giving an aura of gloom

d furniture was carefully packed
in a ghostly white cloth
bt dat also had decayed
under d attack of ruthless moth

d staircase was full of sorrow
which screamed whn steppd on it
and threatened a dooming fall
if more pressure was hit

dats a place whr i always go
every night in my dreams
dats a mystery i wonder always
whr do i get dese dreams?

i knw every nook and corner
of dis disastrous looking place
i m so accustomed to it nw
dat blindly i can work its grace...