I am a lonely house at the end of a dark road
And my wooden doors ache for your presence
Calling you home, to live within these four walls
In the only place the light of your soul belongs
YOU ARE READING
A Year of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry from Alexander Bentley. One new poem written every day. Discover why nearly half a million people love his poems.
A Lonely House
I am a lonely house at the end of a dark road
And my wooden doors ache for your presence
Calling you home, to live within these four walls
In the only place the light of your soul belongs
