☆°▪︎ THE HAUNTING HOUSE OF DREAMS ▪︎°☆

Welcome,

.

m

y

.

sweet

tangerine . . .

.

.

.

 ~ welcome

.

t

o

.

the

house

.

o

f

.

dreams . . .

.

.

.

w

h

e

r

e

everything 

comes

.

s

o

.

effortlessly . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

everyone

seems

.

s

o

.

young,

.

s

o

.

serene,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

so

.

i

n

.

between . . .

.

.

.

 ~ so

carelessly,

.

a

n

d

.

laughingly,

.

a

n

d

.

breathtakingly

free . . .

.

.

.

 ~ just

.

y

o

u

.

wait,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

see . . .

.

.

.

Now,

come

.

w

i

t

h

.

me . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you’ll

.

j

u

s

t

.

love

Ruby . . .

.

.

.

 ~ well,

everybody 

does . . .

.

.

.

that’s

really

.

w

h

a

t

.

I

think . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

I

believe

.

y

o

u

.

will

.

s

o

o

n

.

agree,

.

.

a

n

d

.

see

exactly

.

w

h

a

t

mean . . .

.

.

.

b

e

c

a

u

s

e

she’ll

wrap

you . . .

.

.

.

 ~ she’ll

wrap

you . . .

.

.

.

i

n

t

o

her

spider’s

web . . .

.

.

.

 ~ her

spider’s

.

w

e

b

.

of

fanta ~ tease . . .

.

.

.

gently

easing . . .

.

.

.

 ~ gently

easing

madness

.

i

n

t

o

.

clarity . . .

.

.

.

bitter

.

i

n

t

o

.

sweet . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

chaos

.

i

n

t

o

.

tranquility . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

when

.

s

h

e

.

becomes

breathless,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

restless

.

a

s

.

the

sea . . .

.

.

.

taunting . . .

.

.

.

teasing . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

appeasing . . .

.

.

.

y

o

u

r

every

want

.

a

n

d

.

need . . .

.

.

.

y

o

u

will

simply

never

wish

.

t

o

.

leave . . .

.

.

.

 ~ you

.

w

i

l

l

.

never

wish

.

t

o

.

leave . . .

.

.

.

b

u

t

when

.

y

o

u

.

do . . .

.

.

.

 ~ yes,

when

.

y

o

u

.

do . . .

.

.

.

i

t

will

probably

.

b

e

.

with

.

s

o

m

e

.

sense

.

o

f

.

serenity . . .

.

.

.

 ~ with

.

a

.

passing,

peaceful

ease . . .

.

.

.

You

.

w

i

l

l

.

recall

.

t

h

e

.

way

.

y

o

u

.

feel

again,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

again,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

again,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

again,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

again . . .

.

.

.

a

n

d

the

haunting,

.

.

w

i

l

l

.

keep

calling . . .

.

.

.

 ~ the

haunting

.

w

i

l

l

.

keep

calling . . .

.

.

.

calling

.

y

o

u

.

back . . .

.

.

.

calling

.

y

o

u

.

back . . .

.

.

.

calling

.

y

o

u

.

back . . .

.

.

.

t

o

the 

house . . .

.

.

.

 ~ to

.

t

h

e

haunting 

house

.

o

f

.

dreams.

Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in July of 2016 where the affected party has the tendency to flirt with that which is bad for him or her – and gets repeatedly drawn into the deep. It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the grasp of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction.