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The Room.

The Room.

My heart began pounding I got short of breath...

There's a house, in the south, with a room I once dreaded.

No-one was murdered there, no-one beheaded.

I loved the house, the home of my cousins,

But I hated that room, and for that, there's no reason.


On a bend on the stairs, was a step to a door.

I would hurry past, though I knew not what for.

No reason to worry, there was nothing to fear

and yet, when I passed, I could not linger near.


As a child, I would visit, at least twice a year,

I always looked forward as those times drew near.

A house, where my uncle and aunt both resided,

My cousins too always kept me delighted.


This big old house was my favourite place,

It always put a big grin on my face

In the heart of the city, the bustle and noise,

next to the bus garage... a great place for boys.


The room where I slept was up in the attic

At the top of the house, not really traumatic.

Three rooms were up there, a closet also

but nothing at all scary, quite pleasant you know.


But still, on the stairs was the door to the room

an ordinary door, with an aura of gloom.

I would scurry past as fast as I could

But never knew why, just a door, made of wood!


But then, one day, as I descended the stair,

I saw that the door was slightly ajar.

My heart began pounding, I got short of breath

And my legs wouldn't move, not the right nor the left.


But I wanted to know what was in there so dark,

so I steeled myself and made my legs walk.

I stopped at the door and I peeped round the edge.

The fear so strong as I stood on the ledge.


What I saw inside there made my eyes open wide,

Nothing! Just paint, in tins, on the side.

Some tools and a bench, a workshop, I saw.

Nothing to fear, just a room, walls and floor.


But still I was fearful, I wouldn't go in,

I ran from the door and the paint in the tins.

and whenever I passed it going up or down stairs

I kept to the edge and hurried past there.


Now I am old and my hair turning grey

But I remember the fear, like it was just yesterday

Was it just something inside my head

That hurried me past the room I did dread?


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