Haunted Mocking sounds when I walk. Puffs of clouds when I talk. Closure everywhere all round me, There's something glistering I can see. Hearing voices in my head, Follow me home in my bed. Watching as I run my #life, Giving me grief, giving me strife. Feeling needles prickling me, Moving my arms and moving my knee. Walking about the house still dazed, My younger siblings watched and gazed. I leaped out the window and on the floor, I couldn't hear those voices anymore. Black and white all that I see, I know the ghost is waiting to flee. I now know that I have won, With just a broken foot my work is done. Resting peacefully here I lay. I'm never going to that house again.

The Dark Dark Girl There was little girl, In a dark dark wood, A dark dark house, A dark dark blouse. With a little cat, With dark dark fur, A dark dark hat, How about that. The girl just swung. On her swing she swung, The little one, With eyes that shun. She stood up with her, Dark dark hair, Her dark dark dress, Her dark dark bear. She opened a door. To a light light house, A light light bear, And a light light blouse. The little girl smiled. With a light light grin, With a light light face, Where had she'd been. The girl looked back. On the dark dark days, The dark dark world, The dark dark ways.