Down Winding Road
As I ventured down the winding road
I saw a house with a lawn full of weeds
The door was rotting on this ghostly abode
Upon neglect its structure feeds
The roof was tattered and in distress,
The porch seemed ready to collapse,
The sight of it did depress
Its garden lost to weeds and scraps
Curiosity got the better of me,
And I opened the old rusty gate
Through the rotting portal I walked to see
A staircase in a sorry state
Through a broken window I saw the backyard
Where ferns grew tall along a rickety fence,
A fire in the kitchen had left it charred
And left it damaged without pretence
On the floor, caked in dust, was what seemed to be a rosette
Its luster gone, and memory scarred
Then ghostly whispers made me fret
And I fled the ruins where ghosts now guard
7-14-2020
Decaying House Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2020
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