All poems in this book are mine. Non copied

As the sun sets low into the sky
A chilling cold creeps in
It clings to me from the inside
And forces me to go in

The house,be a quiet place
Where there is, not a trace
Where the wind blows softly and keeps it chill
Where I know realise that I'm alone

Not even the ghosts keep me at bay
Cause here no one shall stay
It's a place you will realise
Where the worlds loneliness lies

Its the type of place where I shall stay
Cause in here is where I lay
Under the ground  with dust and worms
Loneliness is my only host

I actually wrote this poem on the 3 of June 2020 at 18:58