an array of knowledgeable people, and one empty mind.
about a house
it is not broken, it is bent over backwards in anguish.
there is no rush to straighten it, for the cause of the anguish lies within.
it is not repainted, for it's worth has been decided less than the paint's cost.
the plants beneath it struggle to live, for the lead in the fallen paint is smothering them.
it is not cared for, and the very structure slowly decays.
it is not filled with heat, for there are no beings to be kept warm inside it.
it is not filled with music, as an old piano inside lies untouched.
no one dances inside; there are no footprints on the dusty wooden floor.
one tattered curtain hangs from what used to be a window, faded blue.
it is not lived in, and the very structure slowly decays.
it is not attractive, and all in the area behold it with dismay.
it is not stable, so none may again claim it as permanent shelter.
it is loathed; daily people speak wishes of it's demise.
it is not appreciated; for the things it once was and could have been.
it is not loved, and the very structure slowly decays.
it is not broken, it is bent over backwards in anguish.
there is no rush to straighten it, for the cause of the anguish lies within.
it is not repainted, for it's worth has been decided less than the paint's cost.
the plants beneath it struggle to live, for the lead in the fallen paint is smothering them.
it is not cared for, and the very structure slowly decays.
it is not filled with heat, for there are no beings to be kept warm inside it.
it is not filled with music, as an old piano inside lies untouched.
no one dances inside; there are no footprints on the dusty wooden floor.
one tattered curtain hangs from what used to be a window, faded blue.
it is not lived in, and the very structure slowly decays.
it is not attractive, and all in the area behold it with dismay.
it is not stable, so none may again claim it as permanent shelter.
it is loathed; daily people speak wishes of it's demise.
it is not appreciated; for the things it once was and could have been.
it is not loved, and the very structure slowly decays.