The Wind

Our neighbors, we have known them for about twenty years
I ran out of something, so I go next door to borrow what I need
Many times, I have been next door, with no bad thoughts or fears
To each other, we have always done good, no ill wills, or bad deeds.

It is night time now, heading next door, as the wind fiercely blows
For some strange reason, I feel chilled to the bone
The closer I get to your house, the pace of my walking starts to slow
At times like these, I really hate being alone.

I get to the door, and in hesitation, I knock very softly
You answer the door, but I don't see your wife anywhere
This strange feeling I have, well it just makes me want to flee
I ask about your wife, you tell me you don't know, sounding to me like you don't even care.

You invite me in, stepping inside, everything looks as normal as can be
I stay in the foyer as you go to get what I need
I look inside the house for as far as I can see
Soon you return with what I need, me right now not knowing of your insane deed.

I thank you and I start to leave, noticing the wind has started to calm down
It is a very short walk from your house to mine
But as I am walking, I start to hear a very strange sound
The wind sounds like you call my name, for a minute I wonder if I am going insane.

This is very strange, so I turn around heading back to your house
You try to stop me from entering your house, put I push pass you, without much being said
I had no idea what I would find proving you are such a louse
In the back yard, in the hot tub, you are there, and it's very evident you are dead.

I'm very intregued. Thank you for the invite, by the way...
Greets,
Sena

This is very strange, so I turn around heading back to your house
You try to stop me from entering your house, put I push pass you, without much being said
I had no idea what I would find proving you are such a louse
In the back yard, in the hot tub, you are there, and it's very evident you are dead.




I didn't understand this part. Who is dead? If he stopped you from entering, couldn't be him in the hottub.

I didn't understand this part. Who is dead? If he stopped you from entering, couldn't be him in the hottub.




The wife

I suspected it might be.

So, I suggest that you need to reconsider your pronouns. For most of the poem you use "you" to indicate the husband. It would not make sense to use same word for the wife in that context. I am not assuming that English is everyone's first language, so it could be something lost in translation if that is the case.

Otherwise, I like how the story unfolded.