Dilapidated Self

KTay

The ground I'm on is sinking

My foundation isn't sound

Cracks run through the walls

And the ceiling is coming down

With a little water, paint and dress up

I can fake the curb appeal

But underneath the siding

Lies the rot that I conceal

The structural beams are broken

Stench from all the mould

One strong gust could blow me over

All the duct tape lost its hold

The hinges on the doors

All rusted shut barring entry

The screams that fill the halls

Haunting ghosts I have plenty

Spiders keep the corners

Of the attic space No light

Injecting in their poisons

Paralyzing me sometimes

The floorboards missing pieces

Creek in darkness down below

In the basement with the demons

Of my past and all my woes

  • Author: KTay (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 23rd, 2025 16:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    A great analogy in this poem. Well imaged and good read

    • KTay

      Thank you so much!

    • Tristan Robert Lange

      Powerful analogy in a poem that unfolds its content rapidly. It never lets go, from beginning to end. "Spiders keep the corners / Of / the attic space No light / Injecting in their poisons / Paralyzing me sometimes". Loved those lines in particular. Well done, my friend! 👏🌹

      • KTay

        Thank you so much! Glad you enjoyed it.

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          You are most welcome, my friend.



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