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That House
This is where he'll reside
the haunted house on the edge
the street's unwanted guest
Cretins gather the courage
throwing stones, broken glass
the attic towards the abyss
Ghostly hour
her last gift
ushering the end
he'll happily greet
he shall confess
Name in vain
envy
pursuing ungodly traits
self-neglect
early years catching up to meet
unable to bury regrets
Those little feet
trampling on what they grew
doors remained open
nobody looked through
Young eyes shall get their fright
will they call it in or take her shiny time?
Even in death
we have a hold of lives
A ghastly sight
what shall be remembered?
Fallen walls, cobwebs
receding eyes?
Or will someone take the time to walk through one's life?
Realizing he left long ago
never knowing how to move on
Judgment
the only thing he wants everyone to forget.
Copyright ©
Lee Norton
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