The House I Am
My foundation has cracks-
My frame is bent-
My walls are shaky-
My ceiling is slant-
My floors are creaky-
My roof does leak-
My front door open-
And there isn't a back.
The grass overgrown-
All flowers are dead-
Sidewalk has faded-
My gate is broken-
All friends have left-
I have become-
A condemned house.
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2016
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