Nameless, Unknown
My heart is a building, naked and plain
built from old lumber, Left in the rain
The eaves, the trim, Knobs and shades
barring the rust, dust of the days
The windows they breath through planks on the wall
sparing one space, for sunlight to fall
on floors untouched, except for the rays
in rooms where I once, traveled the maze
My heart is a building, vacant, but one
section of floor, where I lay undone
No furnishings slumber in corners, on walls
the doors are all closed to frighten the halls
dark, and sense lonely, long forgotten
for lack of my feet, know not where they end
My footage, as square, conforms to my waist
for nothing to move, except for my face
To look at the sunlight, cutting the void
where once was the bed, I lay as a boy
My heart is a building, once called a home
now it’s just me, nameless, unknown
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