Sick lungs whispering secrets untold
Bones reveal tempo with aches and moans
The clock precariously loses time
Pipe in teeth, pen writes the rhymes

Sounds of shadows haunt the halls
Strolling parapets on the walls
Impatiently waiting and growing tall
In darkening anger as night does fall

Tormenting noises of echoing drafts
Spirited shouts of children's laughs
This empty house my creepy craft
Teases the mind with visions of past

Cowering supine in pallet covered
Spare pillow cold, smells of another
In loneliness sleep, in distance hovers
Concealing dreams of a silhouette lover

A comforting cup soon drowns the pill
The shadows sleep as cuckoo stills
As mares of night gallop black hills
My aging body restlessly yields

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