Abandoned Bones

By CharlottesWeb

These walls are tired,
Chipping and dented,
With dusted windows
Scattering any light
Spreading the shadows
Undefined, but terrifying.

These walls are tired,
Thin, slowly swaying
Breathing in the wind
Waning against collpase
Straining only to bend.

These walls are tired,
Empty and untouched
Moaning in the dark
Trembling and alone
Frozen in the last moments
They were called a home.

These boards, fallen in
Silent under the storm
They could not stand
These boards broken.

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Published on Saturday, March 25, 2006. Filed under: "Poetry"

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A former member wrote: Awesome writing!
On Wednesday, August 10, 2011, Alchemist (679) wrote:

Such a great vibe and a dark ending
On Wednesday, September 17, 2008, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

Great imagery in this piece and fantastic device to convey weariness and surrender. "Frozen in the last moments They were called a home"...this has a way of bringing up so many memories and unresolved thoughts... Great piece! Ciao, T/S
A former member wrote: very structured and yet seems to step outside its own boundaries.... original, and reverberating
On Tuesday, March 28, 2006, Aurora_Light (472) wrote:

sounds like the home my sisters are living in right now. a deep work full of meaning for me. *bows*
A former member wrote: WOW! bam! i love this. The impact is magnificant, the analogy is perfect, the delivery is a solid connection. This is like punch from Ali :) Much Respect ~MR~
A former member wrote: I miss these whispers of yours, always louder than a storm. It's always nice to see you here again, Char...
A former member wrote: Hmm this hits home for me in a number of ways. The lines hit my mind as loudly as a whisper in a quiet room. Very well done :) ~Ryan
On Saturday, March 25, 2006, manywalks (747) wrote:

Well, take a cookie from the jar. THis was silent beauty. ~ wen