Of the unfrequented storeroom <br />Opposite the unlit kitchen which <br />You inevitably face while making <br />Your last drink for the night <br />Two unseen eyes staring at you <br />From the room that seems to <br />Have become the hideaway for cantankerous spirits <br />Of the uneasy silence at early dawn in a forlorn <br />Lane near an accident spot which had <br />Claimed a life, his soul crying out for <br />Aids to fulfil his dreams in this world <br />Of the minutes in a quiet moonlit night <br />When the bus had stopped right in the shadows and <br />Gate of a vacant house which you know is haunted <br />Of the disturbed sleep in a small hotel <br />Where your bed faced a bathroom which seemed to <br />Harbour someone constantly looking over you <br />Of the swing in a lonely park <br />That moves and creaks in the winds at midnight<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-things-eerie/
