Eminent Domain

You stood there in the empty room with sadness on your face a memory of years gone by lay silent in its place A house you’d built with your own hands; no longer yours to own against your will, abandoning this place you once called home The old wood floors were splintered now and flagstones on the hearth seemed to whisper "take us too don’t leave us in the dark!” A tired broom leaned wearily against the fireplace and wind that moaned so eerily blew through without a trace It rattled soft the dingy glass within the windowpane and seemed to call “this house will fall to eminent domain”