~A Poem From The Attic~

In the deep, dry gloam,

above my happy, healthy home,

lives a quiet, lonely space,

a world left out of place.

A weight upon the house,

but silent as a mouse,

comforting but somehow eerie,

to make my glance grow wide and leery.

On a dusty table I see a page,

blurry, penciled words draw my gaze,

a written work lay there lost and unread,

a poem from the attic by a poet long dead.

~©Jazzi Ryan Ranes~

Have a safe and Happy Halloween! 🎃💀👻🎃