A multicoloured painted door hung precariously to brick walls painted sky blue.
Two grimed stained windows used to look out through at the big bad world.
A chair that\'s seen better days sits beside a wobbly table that\'s adorned with dust.
The wife is standing beside the grease stained cooker, wearing a frown with her arms folded supporting her Dolly Parton sized bust.
On the unpainted interior wall a fly.
I swat it, well it could be a spy.
Our wedding picture hangs unevenly on the unpainted wall.
I am surprised like our love that it didn\'t fall.
This to me is home.
Sitting alone in the overgrown garden a cheeky smiling gnome.
Four walls that\'s where I live.
Inside these four walls there is no more love to give.
But we survive.
Until we are no longer alive.
No one knows these four walls address.
Bye I now digress.