Windows barred, air stagnant
Dust particles float around
Insects crawl and scuttle
On the dirty littered ground
The stairs are broken
And dangerous under foot
The chimneys blocked
From years of backed up soot
Old pictures and photo albums
Show how this once alive home used to be
The smiles and captured laughter
Camouflaging what others didn’t see
A place that was once a home
Is now quiet and empty inside
It’s heart beat stopped years ago
Along with the tears it once cried
It’s heart then started to decay
Wood worm set in
It feels brittle to touch and splinters
Leaving me picking shards of wood from my skin
The cracks in the walls bleed
A structure under constant pressure
A foundation ready to be torn down
The cost of repair beyond measure....
A pretty home on the outside
However the cupboards are all full
Every closet has a skeleton in it
With a faint stale odour seeping through
The drawers rattle
With the restlessness of long forgotten bones
That have a story to tell
You can hear it in their groans
The once new paint is flaking
The carpets are starting to wear
Mirrors covered in a film of dust
But I don’t want to see so I don’t care
The cups are all dirty
The dishes too
But no water flows from the taps
The windows have newspaper blocking the view
TV remote isn’t working
The volume button has given way
Doesn’t matter though
I don’t care what others have to say
Rubbish bin over flowing
Like the thoughts in my mind
Neighbourhood signs worn against anti social behaviour
But fail to protect us from our own personal crimes
The food in the cupboards is running empty
The milks gone off
The bread gone moldy
There’s no more dish cloths
Worn cushions on the sofa
The springs are coming through
The fabric has lost its colour
Tinged with a gray and brown hue
