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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  1. 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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