The House

I used to be a strong bricked house
With families laughing inside
A fireplace once flamed before
And happiness didn’t hide.
But the grave story that occurred
And the master living in died
And tears and coughs filled the floor
Swept over like a tide
The mother cried and wept
The children screamed and flailed
Until it became to much to bare
And to oblivion they had sailed.
Then the orange heart of fire
That once gleamed the chimney down
Never glowed ever again
Just soot remained with a frown.
The flower-patterned curtains
That once had been drawn
Now had fell with neglect
All happiness had gone.
The door which had once
Greeted eager friends and guests
Now was closed for eternity
Creaking with blackened crests.
The planked floor that once had shone
Was now layered with grime and hurt
No love penetrated any of the thick
And unvanishing, evil dirt.
So the family had left me!
I was left all alone!
I was now just the ignored servant
No longer the house of the throne.
At first the sorrow came to me
But then the bitter thoughts in me
Flashed by the ceiling that be my mind
How to please a lovely family
Would be so hard to find.
WAS…IT…MY…FAULT…
THAT…DEATH…HAD…OVERCOME?
THAT GOD’S SPITE HAD KILLED MY MASTER
THAT I HAD TO WEEP AND REMAIN GLUM?
I BEG YOU LORD! BRING ME BACK >em<
THOSE DAY LOVE AND CARE

OF FLAMING CANDLELIGHT ON THE TABLE

INSTEAD OF CUPBOARDS BARE?
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MUST I SUFFER ALL THIS PAIN?
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CAN YOU NOT PLEASE REFRAIN?
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DONT MAKE ME MAD, OH, GOD!>
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DONT MAKE ME GO INSANE!
Let humans live inside me
Let one water the flowers on

The ivy and the dying trees
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clasping against the lawn!
Now that you have decided
To not return my family dear
I shall change…. I will cause no happiness
Just DREAD AND SPITE AND FEAR!
I STAND ALONE! I DEFEND MYSELF!
NO MORE MEMORIES
DIG FOR AND TO DELVE!
I NOW TAKE MY SAD REVENGE
AND GHOSTS SHALL NOW LIVE IN
THE SORRY BROKEN TILES OF ME
I DONT BELIEVE IT A SIN!
THEY FEED OF THE GLOOM AND
THEY FEED OF MY DREAD!
BUT THAT IS ALL THAT IS LEFT FOR
MY SPIRIT IS DEAD.
I now live for ever all alone
The sun rays signs of doom
I know for fact that flowers
In the gardens wont ever bloom.
Oh I give up! It is the last straw!
I throw my hand up in the air.
I am closing, dying at my will
DYING IN DESPAIR.

 

 

 

 

7 thoughts on “The House

  1. “I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.”
    ― Edgar Allan Poe

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