Discarded
And abandoned...
Discarded and abandoned
Falling apart.
The echoes of the living
Still hanging like ghosts
Inside these walls.
What stories of love and happiness
Terror and heartbreak
It could tell.
Beautiful tender words
Whispered in secret behind its walls.
Begging pleas
Falling at the feet
Of an unloving cold heart.
Laughter of joyous
Children ringing out
Like bells into the warm air.
Fear and dread
Suffocating hate
Silenced screams.
Eager expectations
Rising optimism.
Rooms filled with
The aftermath
Of the living
Once entered
And left these doors…
Rea, this piece is hauntingly beautiful, weaving echoes of past lives into something both melancholic and deeply evocative. The way you balance warmth and sorrow, joy and loss, gives the abandoned house a soul of its own, making the reader feel its history in every whispered word.
I always feel a bit sad when I see an abandoned house. What was the people like that lived there? Were they fun loving parents or cruel and abusive towards their children..