tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)

forever breathing halls

An old, abandoned house

cries out in the middle 

of nowhere...

It is breathing terribly

through broken brick lungs,

it's heart is beating

somewhere inside

with each step we take - 

'Come a little closer...

Let me shelter your soul.'

This house it carried

many hearts, so wipe your 

feet on the worn out

'welcome home' mat, 

come inside, come inside, 

the cherry blossom, it's only

old friend, bows to you.

Blowing off the dust,

can you hear the

once upon a time - old man

cough and wheeze 

in a rocking chair in the corner?

today, he's finally faded away.

Pull open the ripped curtains,  

Sunlight wants to stream through, 

If you watch with eyes wide open

maybe you could see the glint 

of gold in brown eyes belonging to

ghost children, who once ran 

Through winding corridors

and hallways, leaving behind

the ringing

of laughter and

echo of cries.

An ear against bricks, 

hear the walls breathe...

Listen to all the muttering, 

of conversations, and

beautiful memories

caught in the mortar.

Running our fingers 

over the cracks, we hear

the whispers, of all heart breaking

stories of lives, 

that grew and crumbled 

in empty rooms.

One footstep over another

climbing spiral staircases, 

they creak and cry;

'Open up a window,

become my family, 

blow away cobwebs

and please, 

return me to my 

greatest glory...'