HOUSE OF BLACK & BLUE
On every block
In every town
Is one house known
For being black & blue
It’s a haunted home
Where many a night
A drunken monster
Bellows in rage
Fueled by liquor
He’s the Devil uncaged
A box of screams
A dwelling of pain
A hut of wailing
Muffled thuds
Little ones crying
In the morning
The children emerge
They look so scared
With shell shocked eyes
They speak no words
Sometimes a woman
From inside that place
Timid she quietly leaves
With scarf covered head
And sunglass covered face
She leaves quickly
Silently like a ghost
Walking to the store
Returning with groceries
She shuts the door
What sort of monster haunts
The house of black & blue?
That reigns terror upon a family
With horrors unviewed
Is there nothing you can do?
The monsters children fear most are real.  They don’t hide under their beds, but can be found sleeping next to mommy instead.
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The dirty secrets hidden between the walls.. good write i could not pass this by.thanks much
Thank you Will.
Hello Kimmy...
House where true nightmares begin...
Anything outside of that is just a bad scene...
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
FANTASTIC piece Kimmy!!........I think it's my favorite Kimmy Alan write so far!!.........such moving and vivid imagery............compelling you as you read into the haunted house...........EVERYONE who reads this will react the same way.........KICK ASS poetry brother.........great subject matter beautifully delivered!!.......WOW!!    ALL STARS   PINNED  ...........Love and Rockets!!............T xo
Thank you so much sparrow.
Coming from you T, I consider your comment to be a special honor.
Powerful and touching write kimmy, it's extremely sad knowing
There are so many haunted houses around like these words you speak
Thanks for bringing it into the light
Much love to you nardine xox
Sad that we don't know what it is to do. This brings tears to my eyes. Some are born into hell aren't they. They will emerge, if lucky enough to...with scars. Even more sad they don't know their own strength. Very good write.Â
Yes, Nardine. All of us knows at least one. Thank you and bless you.
Thank you deeply, Carolyn.