You can’t open my doors
My windows are blacked out
I sit lonely on a street
Forgotten all about.
My floors are stripped bare
My walls are peeling
The rooms are empty
What a hollow feeling.
Everything’s been packed
And stored in the attic
Done in haste
Completely erratic.
Trunks of memories
Pictures galore
Little mementos
That matter no more.
Meaningless faces
Stare back to see
Whose holding the camera
Almost always me.
Caretakers abandoned
In the dead of night
Said I am haunted
After disconnecting the lights.
The hallowed ground
Where nobody treads
Now briars and brambles
The flowers are dead.
My thick foundation
Is on solid ground
It supports the beams
To which I am bound.
If you should see me
While out for a drive
You need only to knock
I might let you inside.
If you are trepid
And stay on the walk
Move along quickly
My walls won’t talk.
RaenellDawn 12/08/2016
