Home Is Not a House
That house that's down the road
the shutters pealed from tears
it's sorry looking roof
regrets not being whole
Inside the wind that blows
is filled with bitter waste
that smells like long lost love
and tastes like cautious joy
The stairs wind round the hearth
and lead to rooms of despair
while windows break from sorrow
and doors hold back the shame
The closets hide the truth
and hallways shed the dark
the basement bears the spirit
while floor boards sink with fear
In day the house does smolder
from past and private pain
at night the house goes cold
in shadows laced with gloom
From downstairs to the top floor
from inside to the out
it stands there, weak and lonely
the house that's down the street
Copyright © Erin Hughes | Year Posted 2005
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