The Empty House Across The Street

• Olivia Colletta, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2019

No one’s ever found there, like your deep in the woods.
Always empty, always gloomy.
With every knock, no answer, silence always.
The doom of the shattered, beaten home, brought upon the street.

The stories, the tales, those told by innocent residents,
But never, was there anyone to be seen.
Kids chasing each other up and down the street, “Don’t go near the empty house.”
They were told, they were warned.
The little boy living next door, the joy he had,
When adrenaline was all he felt.

The poor little boy next door, how so quickly he was gone,
Swept into the shadows, taken from loved ones.
The horror this brought upon them.
The little boy across the street, gone, never to be seen again.

The stories, the tales, those told by innocent residents,
The little boy next door, who never came home.