the house hangs in the air
silent, the wind is now still
broken memories scattered on the floor
the chaos hangs thick
Credit: Richard Baxter
tired and torn
weathered and worn
battered and bruised
forgotten and forlorn
a house once a home
only ghosts haunt the halls
hiding in a dark corner
of my broken mind
Maleko ©2013
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I love this Mark!
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Thank you sweetie! You more than most know about the dark of my broken mind! 🙂
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Beautiful, Mark! Haunting and melodic! Nicely done!
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Thank you Charles! Appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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Sweet capture of the moment, right inside the thought…
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Nice. So few words to capture so much emotion.
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Makes me curious what haunts those halls, what the story behind the house is.
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Funny how a house, a structure can hold so much of you inside. How it becomes a limb of who you are and who you have become. Reminds me of a piece I wrote of my childhood home. Lovely writing, Mark.
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A stirring echo of what the picture could behold – loved the write
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Thank you so much! The picture was such a representation to me.
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This one definitely grabbed my heart…great work, Mark.
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Thank you again!
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Beautiful use of the prompt.
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No words… for words…. just the feeling of the feeling which sinks the heart somewhere…
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