Like all my poems it is written in a fragmented style. I am in another city then my own, in a home I have not visited since an individual I cared for deeply passed away. I would come here when things got hard, it was always a place both my service dog and I enjoyed. Yet something is different this time and this is the only way I know how to even attempt to describe what I feel here. All my poems are unedited and raw. They are my words as they come to mind and spill free. It started last night when night fell and my service dog started to act really weird, even for her. Then crept in sounds I am not familiar with and I have been coming here for decades. To say I am weirded out would be an understatement as you shall see. I needed to share as yea I am not the most comfortable right now and a tad skittish. A big part of what is a factor in this is how much my instincts screamed at me to not come out here since he passed, and as I have been reminded time and again, listen to those instincts they are a warning we may not understand but a warning none the less. I am here for over a week, closer to two more like and time is moving slowly, very slowly indeed. Few know of this place and it is far from those I know which is probably why it became a haven in the first place I would say without a doubt. I would love to hear your take on this poem, I could use it I think.

Darkness

Slowly gaining speed searing heat does fall
What was the thinking to do this at all
Instincts screamed not to go
Yet anyway the trip taken
Cost to high
For memories of times gone by?
Air thickens as time drags by
Little hairs tingle
Jumping at this n that
Yet none there when gaze rises
The feeling to different
It is wrong
How to describe?
The crushing weight
The fear filling each breath
Faster the searing heat does fall
Instincts ignored
Shaking without stop
It’s not right
Something is off
Sixth sense screams
Nothing but lies
No longer haven 
Just empty and wrong
Eyes felt yet unseen
Trapped for days till relief can be found
On the road home
Filled with pain, filled with sorrow
Now dread makes sense
A haven now a threat
No name for this
Just a threat felt yet unseen
That little voice 
Screeching RUN
This is why the dread
Soon as agreed 
A sickening shade of green
Can not be unseen
No longer safe
A haven once found
Lost in time 
The haven still stands
Yet haven no longer be
In these darkened walls
Each creek and groan
Nausea abounds
Days left
Word once given
‘Tis binding
Even as time
Slows down
Each second an hour
Each minute days
Only one can explain
The safety fled 
Darkness takes hold
One room a refuge yet slowly invaded
This sense of dread
‘Tis not safe
This much known
Yet not known
Until trapped within these walls
A darkness taken hold
Flee little one flee
Run 
This place of ruin and hate
Tis all that’s left
Stay safe till time’s release
From this house of dead.