The House

The House, it listens
The walls, they hear
Be careful, be careful
Lean close to my ear

The stairway, it knows
The ceiling, it's wise
No secret is safe here
It doesn't know lies

The hallway, don't whisper
The bricks, they will tell
Nothing's worth saying
Our words must be stale

Don't chance say a thing
Sealed our lips stay
The House, it can hear you
Its will we obey

All pieces, alive
With ears they direct
They hear all our words
No private respect

Even the lights
They hear all we say
Their knowledge they fill
With each passing day

The doors, they aren't idle
They pass word along
The whole House now knows thee
Take heart and be strong

Don't chance say a thing
Sealed our lips stay
The House, it can hear you
Its will we obey

How long shall we tarry
That our words be mum
Will we e'er taste freedom
Our day ever come

The pain, I seek pity
My lips, they stay shut
My fear of the house
It invades e'en my gut

I never will talk
My words stay inside
The House will not know me
Till after I've died

Don't chance say a thing
Sealed our lips stay
The House, it will hear you
Its will we obey.

-Keith Smithson-

Author's Notes:  This one seems to give some people chills.  Almost reminiscent of Poe's "Fall of the House of Usher," it carries a bit of eeriness.  It, too, has an ambiguous meaning, but I'll leave that for you to decide...