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.