Abandoned house isolated with cracked walls
Aberration emerging forth from the natural terrain
Red and black roofs of the village nearby almost seeming a beacon of civilisation
The wood boarded lower rotting windows and barred doors
Faded moth eaten curtains a cynical beauty of zephyred gossamer
The time long years doing their gentle but remorseless work
Inside the house light denied world now given to insects and rodents
Left to do nothing but eat and all gone now consume just themselves
Wintertime wind whistles and rain seeps in through gaps
Kept once a garden dissembling now in its own fertility
Nature kindly putting forth hated nettles burrs and docks
By lack of care a garden that is there now seeming to wildness
What now is there left of a man what was there ever
But everything unnatural now reduced to its former glory
Outside the lovely wild garden flowers
The reds of Foxglove Ragged Robin and sweet Herb-Robert
Bright suns yellow the Lesser Celandine and Creeping Buttercup
Butterflies alighting on blue Willow Gentian and Large Venus Looking Glass
Every house has a history,
some come with apparitions
and latent memories,
Yet, the house that comes alive
from a simple spirit,
wreaks havoc while occupants
are in it,
Manifestations of a stigmata begins
when the house wants to confess
the previous owners' sins,
Plaguing its new inhabitants with
all sorts of woes from their heads
to their toes,
Mischievous games of hide 'n' go seek,
confusing utensils and items in the path
of the metaphysical,
The only help that soothes are biblical verses,
without those holy words the plagues worsen,
Once the stories have been told and spirits get
released,
The evil that exists decide it's time to leave.......
I got a big promotion
I supervise my crew
I'm the one who leads them
And tells them what to do
We tear down vacant houses
So new buildings can be built
Nobody ever lives there
So, we're never filled with guilt
The first house that we worked on
Was such a big surprise
This beautiful house stood empty
I could hardly believe my eyes
The yard was filled with flowers
It even had a swing
A dinner bell was on the porch
I could almost hear it ring
A smile came across my face
As a tear rolled down my cheek
To destroy all these memories
Truly made me weak
An oil stain in the driveway
Where a truck would sometimes sit
A patio in the backyard
Where the grill was often lit
There was even a swimming pool
Where the kids could all get wet
Truly, a place of happiness
That no one could forget
Asking me to tear this down
Was more than I could give
For this is where I grew up
The place I used to live