The boards creak and moan from time and poor carpentry
The nails , gripped by aged wood , have become crust collected and shrunken to form
The bare walls once displayed the smiling faces of past eons
But now they are only the faded remnants of square foundations of lives that once hung on the waII
The stairs complain like an old man from unsubstantiated fears
The second floor seems solid , only responding to the remarks of my shoes
The old bedroom , once the center of attraction , overlooks the buckled sidewalks and weed infested yards of a stree that now has no cars or people passing by
I stand in silence for the moment and the moment stands silent for me
And in that moment I lay in time\'s eternal graveyard in hopes of reviving dead dreams