Mr. Home
Left Behind
Surrounded by woods
Gnawed at by animals
Accompanied by many when the owner isn't there
Can't move
Can't talk
But alive at all times
Can hear your every word
Can see your every action
Can sense your every thought
Houses are more than we think they are
Words seep through the tiles, woods, and walls like it's nothing.
But it can't be nothing when there's something.
Something
Some - thing living inside
Every creak you hear in the attic
Every bang you hear in the basement
Is the soul of a home
Trying to get you to stay
Forever
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryJust read the first chapter, detail, thing. Idk anymore. If ya don't like it just stop reading and find way better things to do then read my crappy stuff. Disclaimer: A LOT OF SWEARING Hope ya like my poems!! :)
