Deterioration
"Deterioration"
Abandoned is this cold, dark house,
The only life a half dead mouse.
The hum of the flies behind the walls,
And on the floor broken, staring dolls.
The wallpaper peels, and rots,
Away from loving pictures of parents and tots.
A bed is flipped,
And the curtains ripped.
Rays of light shine through,
And fall on the spot I shared with you.
All the memories I've not forgot,
All the times that we had fought.
Now I feel so alone,
Petrified, lifeless like a stone.
My empty heart feels like this rotting home.
Copyright © Alex Gladu | Year Posted 2012
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