Nameless, Unknown

My heart is a building, naked and plain built from old lumber, Left in the rain The eaves, the trim, Knobs and shades barring the rust, dust of the days The windows they breath through planks on the wall sparing one space, for sunlight to fall on floors untouched, except for the rays in rooms where I once, traveled the maze My heart is a building, vacant, but one section of floor, where I lay undone No furnishings slumber in corners, on walls the doors are all closed to frighten the halls dark, and sense lonely, long forgotten for lack of my feet, know not where they end My footage, as square, conforms to my waist for nothing to move, except for my face To look at the sunlight, cutting the void where once was the bed, I lay as a boy My heart is a building, once called a home now it’s just me, nameless, unknown