searching for god still
in the haunted house
perched upon a man made hill
i stare into a ghost's mirror
no nobodaddy do i see
but the beast is getting nearer
the savior fades into the sea
i hear a groaning door
in the haunted house
thats resting on the sea shore
i look back at the ghost mirror
i see the beasts wanted poster
his aged face is getting clearer
my quarry is getting closer
i float like a ghost
in the haunted house
that sails the milky way's coast
i stare out a shattered window
where time is reversed
the sunrise is full of innuendo
physics reacts unrehearsed
i stand as a porch post
apart from the haunted house
left behind like a burnt signpost
to the house of lucid dreams
to the house of mimicking mirrors
to the house of echoing requiems
to the house of haunted errors
© bg 2021
Fine work with rhyme; superb craftsmanship.
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thanks for your thoughts 🙂
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Menacing and foreboding! The world has been a haunted house for many. Suggestion? Remove sea from third stanza. Will then flow with same rhythm of the preceding lines.
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hi , cheers for thefeedback .
question ? … then would u have noticed the line🙂 . however i like your idea . it’s good 🙂
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awesome
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cool, thanks for your feedback , as always very much appreciated 🙂
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Horrorland or fantasyland? Or a mixture of both! 🙂 Bare hugs!
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a broth …maybe ?all the best
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