The Cellar

Horrible faces haunt me as
voiceless memories float around a
cozy room, where candles flicker
under a shadowy moon-lit night.

Underground ancestors express
foul and hidden secrets like a
contagious disease concealed
within mason jars upon a shelf.

The cellar room is damp
with thick and stuffy
air, locked away
to feed upon hollow hope-

and unending sadness.