Bricks of Vengeance

They say that walls have ears,
And wonder what tales they could tell,
Absorbing a tortured child’s tears,
To shield them from a living hell.

The whistling that drove them all mad,
As he hammered and butchered in glee,
No-one believed he was bad,
They saw just what they wanted to see.

Such cruelty witnessed within,
Death came, and the monster moved on,
The house stood in its shadows of sin,
But the horrors would never be gone.

Young bones buried deep in the dirt,
Not one, but three, four or five,
The building nurtured the hurt
Of these babies no longer alive.

Empty, discarded and grey,
Knowing the time would come soon,
Rotten and sour with decay,
It waited for that evil tune.

He entered and laughed in the dust,
He was rich now the house had been sold,
Doors creaked on their hinges of rust,
As they closed, the house turned icy cold.

His screams could be heard for miles,
The walls opened and trapped him inside,
The spirits of the dead simply smiled,
And watched as their tormentor died.

Brick by brick the walls took a piece
Of his body as they smashed every bone,
He was given no easy release
By this house he had once called his home.

He felt every shattering blow,
One for one of the thousands he’d made,
The house wanted him to know
What it was like to be afraid.

As his last breath hung in the air,
The house crumbled after twenty years,
But think on this if you dare,
Walls may have more than ears.



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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7 Responses to Bricks of Vengeance

  1. Spooky – not only Poe-lie, but sci-fi.
    You really developed the mood and emotions

  2. I hadn’t read it. I’d have remembered! The walls that have more than ears—what a wicked image.

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