Something is not right

I call to the door

No one is there

I look to the window

I think I saw someone stare

As I bend down to pick up my key

A shadow it passes right by me

This should upset me

But i am not moved

I am more interested now

Have more to prove

As I walk around the broken down house

With wood chipped slats around it

The smell of old mould

The place not sold

I wonder who lived here before

I walk up to open the door

As I push it open

It forces me back

I use all my strength

Then I hear a crack

I finally make my way in

The dusty old place

The empty bottles of gin

With cobwebs hanging everywhere

No light to guide me through

Something catches my eye

Maybe I have a clue

As I hold this picture in my hand

Of a family from the past

I hear a cry in the distance

I can not run to fast

Will I rush to the door?

Escape while I can

Or will I do what I should

To see who this is

I decide to stay there

Moving myself forward

I hit something

Oh it is only the chair

When I look to the corner

I see a figure in black

It is an old man crouched over

He is wailing back

His eyes are red raw

His body so thin

His mouth full of teeth

Are black with decay

I call to him do you want me to help you

He looks he is weak cannot talk

His eyes say it all

He lost everything

He is now left so small

I bring him to a better place

Where life can be good

But as I help him in the car

His light has left for good