She sits and stares
As the dark creeps in
It chills the air,
And brushes her skin
The house is empty
Brought down to bare bones
She sits and stares
Broken and alone
The fire is low
The embers forgot
Like fallen leaves
bound to rot
She thinks of the people
Passing on the street
Day by day, walking by
But still, they never meet
She sees the sadness
She knows the pain
But still those strangers
Walk past again
Those people, she knows
Will continue on
They don't see though
How much they are alone
She sits and stares
Hearing creaks and cracks,
And stays in her chair
Letting the house relax
Her house is a tomb,
And she is a corpse
The same as those people
Twisted and warped.
About the Creator
Carolyn Linder
My name is Carolyn. I'm 20 years old, and I'm a welder. I've always enjoyed writing. I like dark themes, and pretty much only write horror or gloomy stories.
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