An Existential Curiosity
the abandoned house, so lonely
and desolate. The wood cracking like
cardboard shredded by a cat. Its
windows opaque with grime, where
they are still intact. A roof caved in,
finally succumbed to the weight
of the world pressing down upon it,
its frame envious of Atlas. Ancient
furniture, pallid now from an
unyielding sun, strewn about by
vengeful winds. The house stands
watch like a colossus, its body broken
but ever watching, a stranger here. As
I am, when I walk its barren hallways
kicking up decade old dust with each
heavy footfall on carpet sodden with
filth. A family full of life and full of
love once roamed these hollow halls.
Breathless now, it waits patiently.
Where the roof lost its fight with time,
moonlight shines on broken chairs and
rain dampens old wood, filling it with
rot, mushrooms acquire the air and
multiply. In a house long deceased these
persistent fighters, with soft fists
punching through the soil, cling to life,
an existential curiosity.
1/12/23, An Existential Curiosity, for This or That contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
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