This house is not a home

by MysteryMan   Feb 17, 2024


I hesitate and stall before I open the door
The pain I feel I can’t endure it anymore
Dust settles where you once reside
It reminds me of loss I dare not hide
The cabinets are empty and the bed is cold
Pieces of a broken heart I try to hold
Walls are marked where we once measured ourselves
Now trying to hold the pieces of what’s left
The window pane cultivate clouded stains
It then again reminded me of hidden pain
I walk in our bedroom where you once laid
Opening the boxes of memories I did once saved
Reminiscing on the the faded and discolored photographs
I shed tears rather than laughs
This house come forth with secrets untold
I try to hold on to them but they unfold
On the mantle sits a picture of you that lays
Collecting debris for a place unpaved
I stare at the tree we once had climbed
Reminiscing at the moments watching the stars as they align
This house is not a home
It only reminds me you left me alone

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