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Raped House
Is there a view? In a rotten bed by the window Where the crow sits all by itself Every morning and inspects the wasteland Surrounding the edifice, That once sheltered my wounded soul, My mother And no one else... The vista of a forgotten life Stood in front of me like a dead construction. Exposed bricks, molested window panes Cried hollow: The screams Got lost in the shadowed hallway, Rumbling the staircase; Scaring the odd dried leaves That made through one naive autumn.. I see the youth in me Frisking through the kitchen; Hugging abruptly like an insecure child An absorbed mother in cooking, A kiss on the cheek, And i was pledged happiness for eternity. The vision sways away Its swept under the rug of my crooked, Bruised soul, that had seen and felt The days' sorrow The door is ajar, and It is upset.. The disappointment in my betrayal The bereavement in my indulgence.. The crow looks at me with astonishment: I wished i was there when My house was raped.
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