My Childhood Home

This poem was mistakenly deleted my apologies . Wild, natural, without care you stand hidden, unnoticed, a secret. Brambles briars bluebells dance Wild flowers grow. Haunted laughter, echoes of youth, Carried by the summers breeze, Our tomorrow’s and yesterday’s Forever stolen, lost. Dancing with angels, love leaves, Foundations cracked our Hearts ripped out, No concealer to cover our age, Past secrets, or imperfections, Crumbling within, our souls decaying, Forgotten love. Rustic slates once dark, discoloured, Lightened, faded by nature, Shutters unpainted weathered, Hanging loose, hinges long gone. The stench of damp and partisans, Paradise unkempt, last breath not long. Remnants of days glorious glistened Our imaginations leapt, now Mourning, ashamed, its rafters bowed, Back broken, brought to its knees, Time unforgiving, grips, teeth clenched, No respite, no redemption, a reflection Of our shame. For sale a heartbeat without a home, Of loving memories I call my own, Now someone else's dream awaits And ours another path will take. Separated never more to search, Lost forever, what may have been? My childhood home, lives in my past Forever lives in my dreams, Abandoned love.