I need imput on ways to change this. I like the formate but I think it needs more ground. |
Winds Howled and whipped against the rickety Old shack on the vacant street. The floorboards Creaked At the weight of the old man’s Numb feet dragging on the floor of His house. Every slab was a Lost cause with the Plywood rotting. Areas of it sunk in Mercilessly and grinned Every time the old man slipped on them. She looked At him through the same Very picture he talked to Every day. Her photographic smile Mocked his Energy less status. Broken mirrors hung on the slanted walls and Enjoyed distorting the old man’s Figure. On occasion his happiness was to sit on his Recliner, but it wasn’t really an Escape from his Inner demons That Invaded his Soul filled with Sin. The wind picked up a little Obeying the Officer of its command. Shreds of Littered newspapers replacing insulation danced Around the mans head Taunting him. He tried to shoo them away but all the Excitement threw him off balance and he came Tumbling down. One by one the boards moaned at his weight and gave away. He Came plummeting down and lay on the hearth, Appearing to be Relaxed. The power of the crash Erupted the walls, makinG them cave in, bringing the hOuse Down, hIS body giviNg it cushiOn buT leavinG it as nOthiNg but rubblE. |