The Room

The hall light flickers

As the old couple bickers

I can hear them shouting below

shouting screaming no

The door creaks open

As he begs me to show him 

I can hear him begging behind

Pleading begging hide

My favorite room in the house

With the big red door

Inside quiet as a mouse

My favorite room in the house

With the hollow walls

Inside they all fall

The lamp light flickers

As i enter with a snicker

I can hear them all

Standing just outside

Pleading don't go further

Pleading don't go

My favorite room in the house

With the big red door

Inside quiet as a mouse

My favorite room in the house

With the hallow walls

Inside we all fall

Author's Note

This is only a snippet of a rough draft for a longer piece I'm working on. Hopefully I'll have the whole version up before too long.

Reviews

[Veronica Staehle]

I like the taunting feeling created by the repetition of the words pleading and begging. Nice.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting tale in the poetry.
"My favorite room in the house
With the big red door
Inside quiet as a mouse"
I liked the feel of mystery and I wanted to know more. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote