It was a quiet evening at
Home. The parents were
Watching TV and the kids
Were in their rooms doing
Homework or playing video
Games. Out of nowhere, a
Wind blew all through the
House moving curtains and
Knocking over pictures. A
Deep voice said–I’m all right.
I feel something big coming on,
A scary, roiling sea change,
Blurring the feeling of the state
Of being, which did not exist
Yesterday, calm and true.
One afternoon I was walking
In the woods and noticed an
Opening in the side of a hill
Partially covered by vines.
It looked like a cave, and
Luckily I had a flashlight
With me. I started into the
Dark cavern. It was eerily
Quiet and damp. The farther
I went inside, I began to hear
Strange music. And to my
Amazement, I came upon a
Glowing purple rock–I had
Stumbled upon an Enchanted
Cavern.
I found this museum on
A quiet street on the
Edge of town with an
Inconspicuous sign in
The front
It was the Museum of Broken Dreams
The creepy thing about
It was if a person entered
The museum that was the
Last anyone ever saw of
Them again
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