The House

There you stand, broken and empty you are now but a shell once I lived within your crumbling walls slept with the sound of the sea through your window now they are shattered and your door weathered shut weeds grow tall in your garden and your roof crowns but an empty void below it within -silence, but for the mice oh! what tales your walls hide It is too late to sweep your floors to brush away your cobwebs pull up the weeds and plant new life you will never hold me safe within your walls nor your windows show me views of the sea I cannot restore you or fill your void my little whitewashed house by the sea