Mysteries of the Abandoned

Breathe deeply my legacy, My mysterious abandonments My asylums of the dead. So many forgotten dwellings Now boarded up and cold. I once wore them and shed them Like snakeskins. All these mental spaces, What was their meaning? What visitations did I encounter? So many giant houses of horror, Gothic crumbling, rotting mansions of ruin. There, I was imprisoned In solitary confinement self-imposed, Like a rodent feeding on garbage, I never thought to look beyond. I breathe deeply into this meager legacy. Now all these houses remain idle. Why I occupied them, I will never know. In my final chapter, I see, Everything was empty.