the house hangs in the air
silent, the wind is now still
broken memories scattered on the floor
the chaos hangs thick
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
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I love this Mark!
Thank you sweetie! You more than most know about the dark of my broken mind! 🙂
Beautiful, Mark! Haunting and melodic! Nicely done!
Thank you Charles! Appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
Sweet capture of the moment, right inside the thought…
Nice. So few words to capture so much emotion.
Makes me curious what haunts those halls, what the story behind the house is.
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.
A stirring echo of what the picture could behold – loved the write
Thank you so much! The picture was such a representation to me.
This one definitely grabbed my heart…great work, Mark.
Thank you again!
Beautiful use of the prompt.
No words… for words…. just the feeling of the feeling which sinks the heart somewhere…