An Abandoned Home
It hurts to be alone
In empty halls that echo only your thoughts
In bare corners, your dreams
Like glowing stars scattered across a child's bedroom
Separated between the limitless cracks of the ceiling
Slowly fading from lack of light with your desires
Building up like the stagnant dust that settles on the floor
Which was meant for the life of family feet
Isolation is such a selfish act
Where there is only you, the you they built
Here, without a choice
Like a house condemned
After it’s brief use
No longer the style of the time
left rotting, decaying
Left with the roaches and maggots that slowly eat away
The memories, of what this house
Once held.
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No Lifeguard on Duty
PoetryThis is a collection of my life, my thoughts, and my perception of everything around me. I won't claim that my documentation of how I think or perceive things around me is accurate. It is however the most accurate form of how I can express who I am...
