I am a house
Built without floors.
Nothing there
To break my fall.
It is cold down here
In the wet earth.
The walls whisper.
I am lonely, and
Oh so tired.
I am a house
Built without comfort.
My hollow spaces
Are barbed and cruel.
There is no respite,
Nowhere to breathe.
I am a collection
Of tears, bleeding
Through the seams.
I am a house
Built without doors.
Do not knock on my
Ruined frame.
Darkness is alive here.
Each little thought
Echoes as it falls.
Some things are
Born to abandon.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 31st, 2026 04:32
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Abandoned houses are sad as are abandoned people they fall into disrepair collect spiders and rodents and soon rot. Hopefully someone will buy it and live in it. A very nice write with great metaphor well imaged.
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