Condemned But In Good Repair

I am a broken home.

Empty halls and beds to roam.

I am forbidden to find the door.

Pay no mind to the blood on the floor.

 

The echoes, they lie,

An eerie nightmare cry.

The shutters are all locked.

Walls are shadow pocked.

No one comes to the door.

No, no visitors anymore.

 

I can’t breathe in between this madness

And this dreary, possessive sadness.

I am a broken home no one sees.

I am the gatekeeper without any keys.

I am a broken home no one sees.

I am the gatekeeper without any keys.

 

The decay and rust have taken control.

Scars and damage that compromise the whole.

 

But I will kick out a window and light every candle.

Because this brokenness is something I know how to handle.

 

By Daphne Shadows