...Left Vacant and Condemned...

nothing lives here anymore

hours floating past windows shut against the cold

but the chill has already penetrated this house

windows staring blankly at barren fields of hope

once it knew a shining bright with candlelight

it's grown silent under the change in season

now only ghosts dwell to dance in mocking grace

slowly the hearth became silent of any fire

flames once so warm and inviting with comfort

sputtered and fell victim to time and need

burning low gasping fighting for familiar oxygen

gaining only weighted ice filled air

heated palms reaching out in failed attempts

falling short they withdrew folding into themselves

leaves scatter and swirl on echoing floors

their maddened scrape screaming never heard

they make no sound if there's no one to listen

destined to die slowly in suffocating silence

to rest expiring huddled in dark corners

they lay as faith in thin massed corpses of yesterday

veins chilled to collapsed in and wither weeping

days rise and fall bringing winds with choking dust

minuscule particles of a shattered illusion of beauty

left to rest scattered upon long dead smiles and sighs

dulling every surface with freeze dried tears

until everything is shrouded in heartbroken breaths

a cottage sits in decay forgotten and fading

foundation broken dying against the earth

mocked by time


condemned by cold skies