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Bedeviled House

A happy family fixed upon an inviting bedazzled house, a happy family that is untainted, kids spirit strongly painted, dad is with his spouse and mother wears a blouse.

The front door was square and the invitation within was over tempting, free of fear and bound by faith, we walk passively up those steps, this is the beginning, this is unbeknownst to be an evil risk to take.

Inside the copper veil of the outside world this house has signs, trauma stains in the pores fill the gaps of intrusion, no room for positive incision as the evil has rashly soaked everything in blind illusion.

Stagnant air compress the depression, we walked though starting our painful life lesson. The kids play amongst this hidden ungodly confession, the husband tries to shield his prophesized wife from the coming torment, because he's second guessing.

Everything must go but the windows are closed, no light can shine through the devil pained glass, clearing the air was impossible as everything that came in held negative pressure, I prayed this would pass.

A newly established home yet unfinished, progress made, but no time to continue the cleansing, back for work to live in this chaos day by day, now I'm breathing in this cycle unchanged, back to work and the exorcist delayed, I vow to come back and fix this dismay, daily feeling of the ghosts sinking between each board unlayed.

Upon returning through the front door no longer square as I'm growing grey hair, the little ones are regressing as my torment progresses, my breathing more intense as the angels regress, I know the end comes soon, because the sings are there, a feeling of certain Doom.

My spouse's blouse missing, her disconnect to reconnect no longer a submissive, something went wrong along this song so passive, my heart yearns of a disconcern so massive, our certain end comes denying where we're from, no matter the trials I stay a while as my heart beat slams the drum.

Through the fallen front door the frame is now obtuse, my heart shape is acute, the kids eat rotten fruit, I had a feeling but never knew, the end of us is something I can't chew, the immoral air standing still now blew, through our souls chilled by the sun so blue, the windows cracked and the evil no longer new, reaching for my spouse I go right through, the little ones can no longer see either of us two.

Clutching the little ones I can feel the slime of anxiety, they haven't been around for a while in this reality, rushing for the closing door I throw them out, turning around once more I can see the truth of evil start to shout, subject to control by sin, I can see it's originating from the spouse, latin words of vanity spew from her mouth, I choke my dreadful tears back out loud, my innocence crushed by the devil in a shroud, this devil was there all along under the blouse, outside I join to watch the collapse of this bedeviled house.
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Kenny Pariseau

Just started writing poems, after all the heartbreak in one sitting i had to endure, I now use this to remind me of the gloom and move on as a survivor more…

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