September 18, 2014

Mystery House by Richard Schnap

His mind was a mansion
Where stairways led to walls
And doors opened to nothing
With rooms full of lights
That would turn on and off
All by themselves
And he wandered its halls
But always returned
Back where he started
As if in a maze
Whose entrance and exit
Were both the same

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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