It's Now Just a House
The darkness of this quiet house scares me
No more, do I even hear it settling
As if remnants or reminders of loud steps
No more is there light within the rooms
The doors stay shut unless I, alone, open them
For they no longer slam with eagerness or anger
But rather hang in loneliness as barriers
From entering within the confines of the past
The feeling of a home no longer resonates
From within the walls now pale in color
As torn draperies cling to their last life
In an effort to catch one final breeze
I close the door behind me as I turn to say
My farewells to the home of my youth
Where memory’s keepsakes relocate
To the vacant edges within my mind
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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