A Poem I wrote Almost a Year Ago
The House which Fell Apart
How can i tell you
Just how it is?
You must see for yourself.
Each day changes
with the rising of the sun
In the light of the irredecent moon
Anger and pain fill the very
corners of foundation of this house.
The house threatens to fall,
to cave in on it's occupants
With each step and word
the house becomes weaker,
more tired...
At one time this house was beautiful
Full of life.
Children ran freely, playing,
soaking in the love of the atmosphere.
But that family moved away
and slowly the child's spirit faded
from the premises.
Now all that remains is the frame,
with creaking moans of fatigue.
There are new people now
But they lack the joy and happiness of before.
The floors must soak the tears from the girl that weeps on them.
The sink and mirror choke from the
powder force fed to them.
There is no escape, there is no relief
until the sun comes up and whoosh!
Light and a new day.
Split worlds, filled with daydreams and
nightmares.
08/25/04
How can i tell you
Just how it is?
You must see for yourself.
Each day changes
with the rising of the sun
In the light of the irredecent moon
Anger and pain fill the very
corners of foundation of this house.
The house threatens to fall,
to cave in on it's occupants
With each step and word
the house becomes weaker,
more tired...
At one time this house was beautiful
Full of life.
Children ran freely, playing,
soaking in the love of the atmosphere.
But that family moved away
and slowly the child's spirit faded
from the premises.
Now all that remains is the frame,
with creaking moans of fatigue.
There are new people now
But they lack the joy and happiness of before.
The floors must soak the tears from the girl that weeps on them.
The sink and mirror choke from the
powder force fed to them.
There is no escape, there is no relief
until the sun comes up and whoosh!
Light and a new day.
Split worlds, filled with daydreams and
nightmares.
08/25/04