Dark House
a poem
by Aman Mittal
A big dark house
I made it myself
Brick by brick
From a corner to top
Hollow from inside
Narrow by side
Without an attic
Roof is flat
But a big cellar
At the bottom
Locked and shut
Connected with tunnels
Marrow and shallow
Left incomplete
To banish the escape
Not a soul to dwell
But to consist
Only my dead thoughts.
I like it. Nice and creepy.
Thanks 🙂
“Connected with tunnels
Marrow and shallow
Left incomplete
To banish the escape”
Hi Aman, I wasn’t sure if the “marrow” here was a typo for “narrow” or not, but I accepted it at face value. I love it as is. WOW. Some of the language here is — well, you are a poet, so you know…You use brevity to express so much more than what is actually said by the words themselves and even then, sometime the way you say things in your poems is just stark and unusual. I love that. Very very nice.
Thanks 🙂