Yvonna's Haunted House

Coletha Albert By Coletha Albert, 21st Dec 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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Loneliness lives in the yawn of never ending time, spent by yourself...where even reality becomes surrealism.


Yvonna lives in her house
There is no else
Not a cat, nor dog or errant spouse
Yvonna lives all by herself

Yvonna moans and walks the halls
No one can hear, see or care at all
No one lives in the shadows there
Yvonna lounges in the melting chair

Upstairs and downstairs through every passageway
Yvonna laughs, cries, puddles, has she passed away?
If she died how would she know?
Because she lives all alone...

It doesn't matter as she strolls her private, haunted, ghostly home
Yvonna, dear Yvonna, she exists alone...


Poetry About A Mature Woman, Poetry About Hermits, Poetry About Horror, Poetry About Surrealism, Poetry And Rhyme, Poetry On Loneliness

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author avatar Coletha Albert
I am a native of Texas who has lived in California and Iraq. Currently living in Seattle, WA, USA and author of three books; Hell in Houston, Sunbeams and Carnal.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
22nd Dec 2012 (#)

There are many like Yvonna forced by modern reality to live lonely lives. Yes, no one knows when they pass on till after few days - siva

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author avatar Melissa Dawn
22nd Dec 2012 (#)

A beautiful haunting poem. I felt sorry for Yvonna :-(

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author avatar Tony Barnes
22nd Dec 2012 (#)

We have to find her a mate. :-) Great poem.

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author avatar Coletha Albert
23rd Dec 2012 (#)

Thank you everyone for your comments! Happy Holidays!!

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