This House

This house This house is empty now These rooms Echo with the ghosts of words These walls That no one could pull down Are crumbling and falling apart Windows framed in snowfall Summers without end Voices in the garden When the failing light descends C

This house is an empty home The thought process of an abandoned child Left alone to sort out all the answers To questions he has never heard And when he falls asleep He cannot dream It is only a fantasy of a brighter place Only a figment of a tauntin

In this house nothing keeps you warm In this house writings on the wall Felt like this before In this house vinegar and pain In this house loneliness again Nights without an end Weeping trees, scolded knees, you'll never see a place to hide A bed of