The well in which the child fell down,
the house that burned down in a blaze,
the drowned old horses that were found;
who wants to live here in this town…
All doors are jamming here in pain,
no gate not screaming in the wind.
I can’t believe I’m staying, the cold
bad feel is creeping up. There’s horror here.
I’d rather leave this place at once
but I don’t know how I can go and
stop this nightmare which seems home,
my home in darkness but not far from real.