day one: dilapidated
Saturday, April 2, 2011
A house
Squatting on weeds, on
Ground torn with regret
Once, a home
Once, a home
But now are walls
Layers of walls and rotten sunlight and
The dust of things not there
A house
Such as this one
It is empty as it
It is empty as it
Falls
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Decided to be smart and put this for NaPoWriMo.
Labels: Competition, Drabbles, Napowrimo 2011, Poetry, Type: Free Verse
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