This house has been abandoned for a long time

Not many come here anymore

But I still do

The signs of people are still here

The messages scribbled on walls

Empty bottles and cans

Discarded cigarette butts

A vile, non-working, but still used, toilet

A brown stained mattress in one bedroom

The leftover wrappers, formerly belonging to now used condoms

There are traces of activity left by animals

A semi-devoured cat

Claw marks and the work of jaws and teeth on baseboards

Droppings which litter every room

The house itself in rather unlivable disdain

There is a foul smell of decay and mold

Warped floorboards and rotting walls

A sunken roof, alive with growing moss

Some might attribute the ‘cold spots’ to cryptesthesia

Perhaps long past dwellers

Locked away in here forever

But I see them differently

Like comforting old friends

Always abuzz when I come by

Serenading me with creaks and scratches

From other rooms and behind walls

Like a complimentary performance

Of vocal music in the open air at night

As if by a lover, thrilled to see me again

Like comforting old friends

Even if I don’t stay long

© Dicky J Loweman 2014



Giving Up The Ghost

When I woke up today things just didn’t seem right

I had sweated through my clothes

But I was so cold, I couldn’t stop the shaking

I looked down at my bed

It was neat and tidy, as if no one slept there

I walked into the bathroom

Everything gleamed white

Atomic white, in fact

Like a model

Just like it was never used

I looked into the mirror, but saw nothing

Only a void

I ran for the kitchen, the only room with a clock

Again, like it had never been lived in

My pictures missing off the walls

The cupboards, bare

That’s when it struck me

I’ve been gone a long time

I slowly walked to the front door

Afraid to open it, but also afraid not to

In the instant I swung open the door

That’s when I saw it

The beautiful, atomic white light

I could do nothing

Except move straight towards it

© Dicky J Loweman 2014