My heart is a house
So many rooms have been closed off, in the wake of disaster
Windows boarded up for fear of re-entry
Others, just locked doors
With extra keys hidden, waiting to be unlocked
Others, left alone, open, ready
In an homage to the one that once lived
Fragile
Crumbling
Swaying creaking groaning in the howling wind
Shutters shake
Banisters quake
Glass quivers in the frames
supporting it's fragile weight
No one lives here anymore
just the roaming remains of the ones who once did
It's not done. I don't know what it is (ok poetry possibly) but yeah... hope you enjoyed that
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