Boxes In The Attic
Old thoughts hang like cobwebs in the corners of my mind.
The old floors creak as I travel back in time.
I remember when the boards were solid and straight
The old house had fresh paint and steps leading to the gate
The halls were filled with activity and people full of joy
But now there’s quiet and only memories of a boy
Hushed tones fill dark hallways as whispers spread
There is longing in my soul of those days inside my head
When innocence protected me throughout each new day
Until so much life happened and stole it all away
And so I haunt this old house I remember so very well
Dusting away the cobwebs as squeaky boards do tell
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Author:
MDStone (
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Comments2
This is brilliant. Beautiful rhythm.
Just one note, by QUITE you mean QUIET?
Ah, yes. Thank you.
Beautiful and haunting - I really enjoyed it.
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