Walking In My Shoes

• Eliska Marczan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

I walk along the abandoned lane,
Wondering why it feels just the same.
Distantly I view my old neglected home,
Still standing, proud upon the hill.
As I venture wearily into it's vast hulking shadow.
I settle my gaze atop the desolate land,
That once was tended by my own hand.
Once I enter the rotted front door,
I come across an indistinguishable clattering.
Climbing the stairs to uncover the source,
While willing them each not to cave.
He clattering gets louder still,
Until I reach he attic door.
When suddenly, the racket stops.
An erie silence settles over the house.
Mustering courage, I grasp the worn metal handle,
Pushing the door away from the frame.
I peer inside only to realise, that clattering it was not,
But rather the chattering of a hundred ghosts.