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! 🎃💀👻🎃
