This House used to hold life.
Now it’s dead, beyond repair.
The walls are dark without picture.
Empty floors surrounded by empty boxes.
There is no light because the blinds are held shut.
Everything that was left is now destroyed.
This is what happens when torn apart.
There is nothing left in this wide open space.
It’s like love was siphoned out of a heart.
Everything is broken and covered with shattered glass.
No air flows through this house,
When everything is locked up tight.
You can dust off the welcome mat,
But you can’t open this door.
There is No sleeping in beds.
There is anger in the closets.
There is pain under the beds.
Please I am begging you,
don’t you ever come back in.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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